Nowhere
Her cigarette burned blue,
while she flipped through
some old magazine,
laying on her chest
there on the couch,
when I asked her
why she threw away
her phone.
Heap
Red clouds glide
over the valley
where my city
steeps in rivers
high from rain.
As All the Blood Dries
The year moves
like a curtain with
the window cracked
or shimmers
at the bottom
of a pool.
Crossing
The concrete barriers
at the edges of the bridge
lost so much of themselves.
Chunks fallen to the river
become gravel and sand
over seasons passed over
by the current.
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.
