Delivery

They know they don’t need all of usmaking noise out hereby an empty field waiting for morning.We bet our time against the brick wallthinning out from just the particlesof skin caught in the wind. Pizza box towers are a monument to sinand they begin with just a phone callto a stranger, and they ask youwhat […]

Count Down

Staying home selfishlyI don’t know what’s wrong with me.Is this the perfect thing,is anyone listening?Her tear drops were glisteningthe last time she spoke to me,and I followed them down to the flooras they fell from her eyes. The water tower is waitingfor us by the highway,and so what if I say thatI don’t care about […]

Reckoning

It’s time to finally live or dieyou’re twenty five and everyoneis waiting just to hear from you.The ceiling is so much higherthan you thought it was,but looking up has never beenyour strong suit. Outside you see a line of themapproaching youfrom a distance like their presenceis a force beyond their silhouettesagainst the setting sun.The mole […]

Invited

I try to look at what’s in front of methe way I would if I were lookingat what I know is missing somewherein the frame.This stupid selfish painting weighing downthe wall is burning up today,but I can’t say a part of me won’t miss it. The neighbors on their balconyare pulling drinks out of a […]

Cold Song

Always afraid of this directionI don’t know what is over thereand so the ground below is new to meand all I see are dying treescollapsing over roadsthat no one drives on.I am long gone from that townwhere I set out before the snow stormburied everything.Her winter eyes were freezing open,but she couldn’t see the contrastof […]

Timing

It’s quiet in this open fieldwhere crows all dronetheir tales of nightly conquests,but in voices not much louderthan a discrete conversation. That is until some late nightkids in striped blue patternedshirts pick them slowlyoff the metal fencewith rocks they all withdrewfrom garden beds. They don’t watch out for headlightswhen they break out of the graveyard,and […]

Mythomania

They are talking about T.V. at a tablein a common room where no one elsecan stomach anymore of them.They are an unpopular clubthat unofficially should not have the timeto meet or even speak aboutthe signal that’s received at every broadcast. The decoration committee is stuffingstraw into some old clothesmaking scarecrows they can hangthroughout the hallways,and […]