Render

The airwaves are all tilted towardsdestroying my extension chordsso all of this can finally go away. The one bedroom building by wherethe train track meets the warehouseevery morning when the moths are stilldeciding where to sleep. It’s rough out there without a coat,this winter when all the summersfeel so far off in between. Restaurants have […]

Soak

Digital alarm clock fontsin bright red like the pixelsbled in blocks of blushing light.Outside the window by the bedthey saw a single kite that flew a bit erraticallybut looked just like a dragon flythat couldn’t die alone.Stagnant water in the bullet woundsleft everywhere from meteor showersthat whistled in the atmospherelike fireworks but aimed directly down.This […]

Finery

Other people than beforehave now surrounded all the downtowncity blocks where no one walkswhen it is cold outside.An old man with a hacksawis called around to all the countieswhere the horses started growingcrystal horns because he’s the only onewith any sort of use for them.He grinds them up with some machinemade from a shop vac […]

Twin Sword Summers

I’ll blame it all on burning treesand streams that cut across the kneesof waders with there hooks in something swimming.Cork boards of old fliers bleached bywindow sunlight spreading the exaggerated newsof how it’s hopeless to be anything your own.A trail of pigeon bones leads right to their lost dogwith only one eye left alive inside […]

Brim

A crow is calling out up in a birch tree,where the whole world could see, but somehow it was only me who witnessed.Another answered with its own songtaking so long just to glide overthe building I was headed for,but didn’t want to go to anymore. This ice covered chain link squarewhere no one cares and […]

Trail

Plastic ribbon wrapped around a thinningsapling in the winter when it’s crushedby all the snow. I do not know the rightdirection I should go to make it out of there,on this distant trail that I am not familiar.Then you find me there all lostand looking everywhere for any signto trace my way back out to […]

Pace

They don’t touch the gray stoneat the edge of that old cliff that seemedto wear away the same space everyday.It was something to look at from a distancelike a monument you weren’t allowed to handle.On holidays they would light candlesand display them near the cliffwhere that rock lurked underthe orange light that broke apart the […]