Silver Light

Rumors float around out here
like moth wings
knife steel on the mill
spins into a hilt
hammer pounds
the metal thin
sparks fall around
the new born edge.

In The Fallen Ash

Snooping on the neighbors we look through gaps in the wooden fence. The argument only escalates glass breaks and the plastic table overturns.

The Broken Beaten Lost

The previous night
fades like chimney smoke
in the cold morning
and the fat birds
have their fill
of sanguine worms
and all the best parts
of the dawn.

At The Crosswalk

A woman in a sleeveless dress
extends her arms out
in the wind, and with her eyes
behind her sunglasses
there is no way we can know
what she is looking at.

Fractal

An empty wine jug rolls
on the shoulder of the road
by all the squashed dragonflies
so metallic when their luster
catches light.

Wetlands

The only thing I feel
is what I taste
she says while riding
in the backseat
of the rusted van
I borrowed from
a friend.

Outlaws

We were outlaw children
stealing DVDs and chocolate
tagging streetlights
in the midst of every getaway.
The long days
could not betray us
ankle deep in streams
that cut the highways
into pieces.