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 […]

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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 […]

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Somewhere Looking Down

She drove a corkscrew throughthe aluminum side of the swimming pooland felt the water rush right past her legsas it tore apart the yard.She says she hasn’t seen a namelike that since one timelong ago written weirdon the back of a playing card. She wanted to be a pilotso badly, but when she finallygot into […]

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The downtown is all lit up but emptyof almost any inner light.We put up with bad music and the endlessbroken jaws in petty fights out onthe sidewalk where the journeyand destination are collapsinginto one thing all together.I just speak into the paperas if to map what I am thinkingonto two dimensions I can seemore clearly. […]

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The janitor at a racetrack replacesthe liners in the trashcanslike the fresh bags are renewalsof their souls.The cameras in the cornersmake him feel like if he’s slowthe world will know it.So what if he doesn’t wantto get his hands on all the bloodstainsin the bleachers?I wouldn’t either, and I’m pretty surethat most would feel the […]

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