Waste

We waste like angels cry,by which I mean quite often,and I can’t avert my eyesfrom this great tapestry that hangsdown from the rafters. It is covered in depictionsof a human kind left nakedin the wilderness beforea mountain they must walkwith all the stones around themcutting up their feet. It spirals up like that untilat the […]

Mix

There are too many peoplesleeping under the boardwalkand buying foodwith the small amount of moneythey make on good daysplaying blackjackor by throwing a couple dollarsat a long shot. Waking the latent barbariansfrozen in ice still waitingto cut open anyone tryingto organize as somethingthat keeps everything in line.Emails from the officegiving every excuse they canto just […]

Meander

Insecure societies are the most intolerant of the non-joiners. Alan watts I hear familiar ringtonesmeant to sound more epicthan they really are, and it all is just a build upto an angry father’s voice on the other lineunyielding in the idea you should come home.You don’t want to though you’re having funaway from them and […]

Sandals

We drive out in the desert where the streetlights disconnect and we can’t be surehow far away we are.She strums the sandy guitar likean action figure put through allit’s motions to be left outsideand melt down in the sun. She reminds me of the time we got kickedout of an old comics shop for beingway […]

Scythe

The only phrase that they could translatethey found carved into the stoneof this old temple in the middle of a clearingjust below a dozen crossings of our freewaywas, “know your place and you will knowno pain” You can make a half moon out of paper cupsor a dragon out of fabric,but this whole world made […]

No Shadows

Empty summer like a post cardwith no picture,or a hotel room whose windowsare coated in concrete.I search everythingfor a crystalline exampleof a bad idea but I can’t find it here.The mirrors have hand printsfrom decades ago that fadealmost as slowly as my memoryin everybody’s minds.We work at night these daysscraping your gum off of the […]

Low One

I walk barefoot on the drivewaywhere microscopic glass cuts intomy skin like the edges of a millionswords scattered on a microscopic battlefield.I am cleaning out my carwhile she walks the cat around the yardon a lead so he can watch the birdsup close for once and not behindthe glass. There are moldy sweaters in the […]