It can be annoyinglike too much of anything,and it can be bad enoughto make you not believe,but its as real as every wordsaid of a credit cardfound somewhere on the sidewalk,with a safety pin jammed through it,like a fish hook, stuck in something’s gills,lost somewherein a river or the sea,but do not speak to methat’s […]
Read More Cereal Box Text (Unprinted)Defy your breeding by believingin the orange peels in spiralson the floor because the acid burnsyour fingers if you bite them.Car keys melted down into metals fistsover the wrists of lonerswalking by the wayside where the waterruns so clearly underneath them. Boys with bad cars offer ridesto girls with bad judgmentand in pairs they all […]
Read More SorryWeightless troubles can be carriedso much further into photographsthat get taken by whoever needsthe memories. I for one have enough,although, I can’t tell if they’re the futureor the past. I guess there really is no differenceafter everything. Friends around a table late at night all talkabout how early they have to wake up,but no one […]
Read More NostalgiaThe first signdangles by a cornerfrom a rusted nailthat’s way too madto fail. It is waitingthere to greet meon the other sideof the doorwayI have finally foundafter all these yearsof searching. You can never go home again,is what it read in flakedwhite letters that were fartoo gone from normal to ignore.This has always been the […]
Read More BurrowIt’s underratedthe forgiving paintedface peeling off ofthe laundromatwhere everything’s atwhen its dark outand you aren’t allowedto scout too far away. She takes her time thereeveryday and worksat what she thinksshe has a need for.Making chains out of herhemp chords and the woodenbeads that slide aparttoo easily. Doors close as quicklyas they open so stopyour hoping […]
Read More EnvelopA broken golf club clutchedlike something precious in her hand.A tornado spinning backwardswhile its tail was like a paint brush on the land.In between them was a field wherenothing stood except the crossesfrom the people there before.Almost at once she finally knewwhat she was looking forway back there in the dark depthsof the spire. Where […]
Read More RemindedMark makers are chained toa four legged robot that leads themaway from the places they allwant to stay.Over dark green hills they lookover their shouldersand work quickly to bendthe short wires they’ve all storedin their mouths.Late at night when the fire is coldand the starlight is oldthey withdraw them and put themto work on unlocking […]
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