I fade away when I’m around the rest of you.Like there is no ground we must stand onconnecting everything.Burned down baseball fieldsstill keep the outline of the basesin the sand, but all the outfield nowis ash, and the score boardwill be empty for forever. Loud arguments happen continuouslyin long lines where no one knowswhat they […]

Getting up to watch the skyin the overcast forgotten nameof the city park where weekendshave their setting. She wears as little as she canworking on the perfect picturein the sun beam streaming downfor her to be in. It’s okay to carve your nameinto apartment flaking framesaround the doors that letthe losers through to see you. […]

Sometimes my thoughts get louderthan the train that I am waiting for.I bet you get this a lot, don’t you,people you don’t see offering you thingsyou don’t need.So what is it that I have to offer?Sadly I can only bring you this,talk on the surface of glass,but when I lay it down correctlyit can sing […]

You aren’t able to turn the radioall the way off so you playthe propaganda so loudit breaks the simplespeaker it was built with.Human legs are brought upclosely in the big netsmeant for fish that look like silver.We stand as still as our photographerswould like us to.We can bottle ourselves up and leavethe portions on the […]

Jagged cliff sides in my mindwhen I am trying to stay occupiedwith simple tasks like mopping upthe coffee off the floor.There’s extra fog clouding upthe windows and the doorsmade up of glass that can’t be brokenfrom the outside.We take the long ride to Chicagoto escape ourselves for just a single weekend,and the day ends with […]

Taking locks apart to look forsomething missing in the mechanismsonly leads to metal fragmentseverywhere, and no one even caresabout it anyway.You can make your own funwith no guns behind the contractor red exits signs left blinking throughthe fire and the smoke we allare crawling through.Broken bar stools on the concrete floormarked by the shoe printsof […]

I don’t know where theyleave before they get here,but when they do I have tohear them out regardless. I can’t get in the wayof the old man mixingsomething in the riverwith the hatchet that he carriedas a means of erasingthe memory of himselffrom the region. Or the girl who only walksaround on cloudy daysin the […]