Hold

She’s getting anxious cause the songis surely ending soonand after one last little dust cloudin the bathroom she is going home,back in through her old windowshe left open in a hurryto get out of there. He takes the taxi in the blurry lightof late night traffic on the outskirtsof a city all the others mockwith […]

Out Here

It isn’t all just skeletons impaledon rusty pitchforks,it is also golden skies and fieldscolliding in the eveningwhen the fires startand the only smell is smoke. Fishing poles stick out the sidesof covered bridges over creekswhere even childrencatch the Mooneyejust to throw them backlike coins into a fountain. A couple old men strum guitarsand try to […]

It’s Very Clear I Never Left

When I’m somewhere I can’t recognize,like this path with dried brusheverywhere and summer pines,just shifting in the cloudy windbefore rain begins,I try to take my timewith it. How could this gray horizonand these leafless treeswith little plastic knots tiedall among them not remind meof my heavy legsjust trying to touch ground again,I balance on the […]

Where We’ve Never Been

I want something unfamiliar is what she told me on the stairwell in the alley where the young doves built their nests in rusted railing. I want to steal her and take her far away. To break locks with the back end of a knife handle and take things that were never mine would be […]

Demo

The metal claw rips apart the old jailand a lone man with a fire hosekeeps water raining down onany friction out theretwisting with the rubble.White feathers poke outof the cut up coata shaking man digs throughfor some change to make a phone callat the last pay phone on Earth,and still the crickets eat the aphidsand […]

All This Way To Hangout With You

I watch the lit up windows of officesand apartments from the silver streetswith nothing but my hoodup over top of me.People are fighting through phone chordslooking out across the trafficthey are free of. The street lights kick onand I feel around my pocketfor a dented in harmonicaand play somethingold from memoryuntil somehow it stops working,and […]

Sea Dream

I wake up to a half dried skullwith flesh still wet around itmostly in the eye sockets and jaw,but it is only my alarm clock. Although, from that high vantagein my dreamsI can see all the the power linesconnecting in the centerof a bleeding blue whale’s mass,still swimming in the slightest slackavailable. I always cut […]