Generations

She goes to sleep at midnightjust like I do,and the bathing suit she’s trying onto point out all the things she thinksare wrong are really everythingthat’s perfect in the first place.Construction in a dirt field with a pictureon a sign of what it could be if we justleft them alone is getting rained onmaking everything […]

Bait

Bird chirping hoursalways show up when you’d ratherstill be sleeping in your coffinwith nothing but a pocket knife and flashlight.Plastic playhouse furniture is the only placeto sit here anymore and as the sun is bentdirectly through the enormous concavewindows they all melt down into candle waxand creep along the tile floor forever.I make a point […]

Photograph Of A Photograph

In dreams I tell second hand storiesabout people I think I’ve met before but haven’t.The memories of meeting themseem realer than the dream itself,but when I wake up I soon realizethat those memories were just a backgroundaround everything. I worry about what that meanswhen I am walking aroundsome street I’ve clearly walked beforebecause now I […]

Dial Tone

Waiting for my wake up callwith my eyes closedwhen I’m already awakejust to see if they rememberI am down here.The basement floor is emptyaside from this roomin the corner of the back hallwhere the lights all flickerquickly like the soundyou get from playing cardsin bike spokes. We got back late but the lights were onbouncing […]

Fragile

It’s taken a while but I’m stilltaking time out everydayto slide my middle fingernailalong the marble railingcontaining the overlookthat hangs above that cornerof downtown.The world is still aroundlike the awkward wallflowerof the universe waiting centuriesfor someone just to talk to it.I’ve always fought with itjust like a shadow cast on canvasI keep jumping in the […]

Sordid

The sun can peel you like an orangeif you let itstanding out there on the lot all daytrying to send all the cars awayand bring them back on tradesyou barely pay for. Nicotine is delivering sensationto help tune out the boringgaps between peoplewe take for everything they have.I don’t have anything though,and if you do […]

Identity

A moldy pile of social security cardsall with used up numbers and namesno longer important burned with alcohol,distilled in someone’s basement.Long lines at the amusement parkwhere no one’s having fun acceptthe pigeons eating everything we drop.I want this heatwave to melt all the icewe bought in bags and poured in halvesinto our coolers that we […]