A cat sits on a clock left on a coffee table,and a magazine with fading pagesgets bleached over by florescentgreen that is exacted from the neonin the curving tubes that spell outwelcome home.Stationary bikes give you the feelingthat two wheels can take you anywhereand no one cares that when it’s overyou’re still alone in some […]

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Sick of the shadow sleepingunderneath the gateway to her backyardwhere the dandelions eat awaythe atmosphere. I am a delivery man handing out the thingsthe world has coming to it, in a green shirtthat is burnt up by the sunlight beating downwhile on my rounds. It’s not an empty town by any meansit has its moments […]

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I am the opposite of homesickand the morning wind is mint againsther skin and mine; the dark roomonly broken by a gap left inthe curtains like a city bridge.Everyone on the subwayand the buses on the highwayhold their heads low while they weightheir calculations.Cardboard covers a hole in the sideof our roof because somethingout there […]

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Icicles hang like hunted gameoff the street lights and refract the colorsout into the spectrum.I can tell you just how long ago summerended but it always feels like thingsare changing suddenly.I know the thermos in her cup holderis about more than just caffeinebut extra warmth that spreadsthroughout her as if the heat couldbe escorted by […]

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Lower Ground

Weekend wings like a Christmas Angelat every angle and I look at all the city lightsbelow me down this hill here where I’m standingand the wind is kicking up like I am falling.Bookcases of wasted words on mebecause the only thing I listen tois music in my headphones I don’t care about.The cracking plastic and […]

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