Mercy
The bad dreams ring louder
like annoying late night cable ads.
A faceless old man
with a rusted rake sliding it
across the metal walls
of a work shed.
Category: Verse
Departure
Girls in white shirts sip on colorful drinks on the wooden deck over the street.
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Lights spiral on the sides
of rain soaked buildings,
and I have gotten so much wrong.
Dissociating girls don’t blink
they just stare at the doorway
and listen for footsteps
or doors opened loudly nearby.
Looker
New gates up
in the neighborhood
cast iron always
way too hot to climb.
Brown hair pulled back into a ponytail
the oak tree leaves like emeralds
in the foreground.
Do It Yourself
I take apart the breaker box,
while some kid draws a smirking
face across the stop sign
where the backyard
makes its contact
with the street.
Flare
Someday we will drink from only rain puddles, and all the jail broken software of the last fifty years will mold over in our memory.
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They stand there all so cool
on that dark platform between
skyscrapers.
