Mend

The weeds wave so politely at me,sunglasses between my eyes,and them and this whole landscapewe remain in for the moment now.She shakes me awake in the red lightof the morning and I start my old carunder gray moon and a dark bluestretch of sky. The world uses me correctlythese last few monthskeeping me far outin […]

Melancholy Music

The wild guyat the end of the blockspent his life savings assemblinga massive pipe organinto the fabric of his home. It looked like crystalline steelwith stone around it like the insideof a cave, and boy it played.It rang out over miles of suburbanland and sometimes evenedges of the city. Everyone turned on him,and his melancholy […]

The Real Thing

We drive over the lusterof old accidentsavoiding all the sharp partsif we can.The fire in her feels likenew leather on my finger tips.The fire in me chills her likea frosted glass aroundgold beer almostdimmer than the bar. Stain glass cathedralwindows draw her eyesfrom where our windowopens letting windrush in and makeall kind of noise. She […]

One For Free

A tree grows aloneand dangles its branchesover a pond.This scene existsin every earthly cornerbut all this lonesomebark cannot collectsomewhereinto a forest of its own. It wouldn’t want toif it could. The sunlightand the simple shoregive up everythingthey have to itfor free. It’s also whereshe likes to readafter walking overwith her stack of books,she alternates between.When […]

Bottle Rain

Duct tape on a fridge handlekeeps it hanging on for ages.File cabinets full of people’s namesshake and whisperwhen there’s nobody around. A string of towns, all no morethan eight miles apart,exchange flesh and bloodbetween them and itsustains them throughthe decades into centuries. No more nights out in the numbinglights and bottle rain,those days will not […]

To Argue With A Block Of Stone

The alley goes on foreverall beaten up betweenthe disconnected shedsand knee high grass.The people here situseless now encasedin some new statuelike malaise.Human hands just slowthings down and bleedtoo easy on the rougherparts of whateversculpture we flashcredit cards to pay for.The silver chainaround her neck getscold after some timeunder the spinning fan.The lights buzz untilthey turn […]

Visiting The Other Side

We carved boats out of dead treesand cooked our food on the endsof heavy knives.It took two thousand years but wemade it here to shake and tremblein the silence of this empty house. Others watch a power linetorn in last week’s stormsway like empty gallowsby the roadside. Little towns pass aroundbaskets of pepperswhispering abouthow trees […]