Water Towers

Back apart from all the bencheson the outer rim of parking lotswhere buses all stack upto ferry patrons back and forthto what they’re paying for.Ferris wheels are only real at nightbecause the day time makes themnothing but machine since you cansee the gears all spinning not justthe flickering of decorationseverywhere. Wipe the fog off all […]

Good Ice

Snow cones are so overrated Iwould rather watch them meltthan even taste one and it’s cheaplycolored sugar fit for no one whocould see just slightly past it.“It’s good ice” says the paper signthey hung out over the cart wherethey were serving all this overpricedold tire slush scraped out and savedto profit off the summer.This cavity […]

Jack Rabbit

They kill the fish they caughtby slamming it against the rocksand watch as it just bleedsinto the current of the streamso quick and lazy its forgottenthey were standing there.It gets dark out as they wander homewith their coolers made of Styrofoamand bucket hats with hooksthat hold the moon. There are dandelions growing throughthe curves of […]

Plastic Forks

This place made out of crystal looking overitself like a human does each morningin the mirror. There’s always somewhere to go,and even more so always some steep costto get there. This is an optical illusionof a firestorm where nothing new is burningbut the edges of our eyesight where it’s bright.Sometimes you have to ignite whateverhas […]

Flip

We cut open empty cansto hold some fire in our handsand breath it in. The open stained glass overthe back wall is a hangoutjust for dragonflies and crows. I buy a lemonadefrom the vending machine,and search for somewheredark to lean and think aboutwhat all of this could mean. I’m all for waiting aroundon the tailgates […]

Wallpaper

A bottle cap on the highway like our sunin all the vastness of this empty placewhere shoes melt to the ground no matterhow you spend your time walking around.I can’t compare dry pasta noodlesto the bones of squirrels crushed likecandy on the inside our of mouths,but they are everywhere on the roadthis morning making tire […]

Introductions

She tells the man with the needlethat it doesn’t have to be perfectshe just has some extra moneyburning holes throughall that keeps it far from spent.She wants a bat wing on her shoulderjust big enough to noticewhen she’s wearing something sleevelessin the warmer times of year,before the daylight disappears behindthe drywall. New people always tell […]