Reach

Silence like a pine tree
in stagnant summer heat
and I cannot absorb it.
I need cold night
on a jam packed
city street for it all
to seem, I guess,
like nothing is missing.

To Meet Demand

Infected nails green like moss
struggle with the lock.
Cars line the road behind
the factory where no lights loom
and workers sleep under their coats.

Scavenger

The buzzard does what it can
beaking the poison guts
of something car crushed
in the street.

Function

Girl hangs up her coat
upon arriving at the party
the music never louder
than the chit chat.

Long Time No See

In the heat the people selling
straw bundles of time
occupy their minds
with prayers for mercy.

Jab

Bleach bottle snagged
in a storm drain
emptied out.
Dead birds fallen
in the streets.

Mire

Aluminum baseball bats
and chain link backstops
lurk there in the storm
while the field becomes
a mire in the clouded rain.

Fugitives

He finishes the drink
then spikes the bottle
sending green glass
all directions.

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.