Bigfoot

They think they see me all thesepeople, in this desperate town,that write about me every dayon gray paper that melts awaywhen it gets rained on. I bit open a deer skullon a bike path and the crunchrang out so loudit made some people screamwhile at their picnic tableall the flies around stucksickly to their food. […]

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Nothing New

Kids dressed for funerals they’ve never been to rake leaves under orders from their parents who just want them doing anything productive. A group of smokers argue about football while passing matches back and forth and making motions with their slowly staining hands. A younger kid from further down the sidewalk sits on a skateboard, […]

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Cargo

It still feels like summerin the middle of the fall,and I want it all to add upperfect so there are nohanging questions leftto answer.People sit in lawn chairs,like a party, outside leasingoffices in hopes of getting themto recognize the renthas all been spenton something different.Old houses stand outsolidly among the newand while too few of […]

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Plastic Bag Transparency

It was spoken like a sermon set aroundan empty alter in the multi-colored sunlight.I got my cardboard box and filled it upwith almost everything I brought there,but really didn’t care at all about the rest of it. I saw her on the seventh floor looking downat me walking out with my tie wrappedextra tight around […]

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Somewhere Looking Down

She drove a corkscrew throughthe aluminum side of the swimming pooland felt the water rush right past her legsas it tore apart the yard.She says she hasn’t seen a namelike that since one timelong ago written weirdon the back of a playing card. She wanted to be a pilotso badly, but when she finallygot into […]

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Fugitives

The downtown is all lit up but emptyof almost any inner light.We put up with bad music and the endlessbroken jaws in petty fights out onthe sidewalk where the journeyand destination are collapsinginto one thing all together.I just speak into the paperas if to map what I am thinkingonto two dimensions I can seemore clearly. […]

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Maintaining

The janitor at a racetrack replacesthe liners in the trashcanslike the fresh bags are renewalsof their souls.The cameras in the cornersmake him feel like if he’s slowthe world will know it.So what if he doesn’t wantto get his hands on all the bloodstainsin the bleachers?I wouldn’t either, and I’m pretty surethat most would feel the […]

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Heap

Sympathetic flea bags look upsadly at the rafters in the warehousewhere the deliveries have stoppedand all the workers now are nevercoming back. There are torn up sneakers all spreadacross the floor and even more out backwhere the grass fought back en masseagainst the concrete. Young classmates take a short cut homefrom where they wasted time […]

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Trajectory

Addicted to it all we walk alongthe wall around the city that is keepingout the people we’re afraid of.I cut open my plastic grocery bagand let the contents fall outon the floor because I just don’tcare about this weekend anymoreI want the summer.You look at me with your scratchedup sunglasses and saythere is another way […]

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Lost Dogs

Open cans of worms spill outand take over the world whilejust ignoring all the protestfrom the people who had goodthings going recently. Halloween is canceled and the plasticskeletons floating in the poolare just for show, so do not jumpin and try to save them,they are dead or really not realin the first place. The strays […]

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