She has a tattoo of the preambleon her forearm like just sayingWe The Peopleis enough to have the rightto speak for everyone.I know it takes a loaded gunto get anywhere in history,it isn’t quite a mysterybut in my book there areexceptions to most everything.When they come out withthe virtual reality versionof the moon landing tapesI […]

There’s a perfect spotto sit out in the grass field wherethe concrete doesn’t reachand some old bleachershaven’t rusted into nothing.Our footsteps echo off themwhile we meander to the middleand get too comfortablewith being so far out.Answering machine messagesalways have a slightly annoyed toneto them because what elsecould you be doing besideswaiting for a chance to […]

I’m so damn angrythat it sometimes feels likerazors in my eyes.I will admit though,it purifies something in methat has never once beencleaned the way it should have.I’ve driven to workwith half of my windshieldstill covered by the new morning’sice and still survived to seethe traffic lights all changinginto colors they are different from.I ask questions […]

I will take the lightninglike a shot of somethingclear in something clearerafter tapping it against the barand raising it so high against the stars.The repeats on the radiomake the day slowlike a strand of syrup fallingfrom a bottle. On the day the lights burn out,and our whole world is leftin the wake of broken glass,I […]

Tear the house downbecause it’s nice sometimesto sleep on the ground,when the stars are outand burning up our everything.You can’t erase the waythose dots connect like necklacesaround pretty necksthat look so permanent.The glass dome around the lightsat the center of the ceiling fanflicker with the rhythmof the crooked bladesthat never look the same.You can waste […]

Scalped bodies with familiar hairscattered almost everywherehave faded into nothingbut a memory.I can’t trust the pastas its presented as far as I can throwthe person reading outthe version that they have of it.We teach with plastic walls put upfor temporary days in the mostfleeting ways to just distractfrom all the gaps leftin the open for […]

Friends talking at an outside tablewhere the road is within earshotand the passing cars salute themwith their presence and remindthem where they’re goingafter dinner.I think about it all the timethe corner streets whereI could walk if I was blindand spun around three timesto test if I was joking.She talks about penguinsand the dogs that we […]