Smoke Trick

The electrified nicotine makes the watertaste colder and my words become dirtas the smoke escapesthe corners of my mouth.A pair of shredded pantshang over the cross barof a street light and makethe shadows moveas if someone’s walking by Train brakes cry like owlswith their red sparksshining just enoughto pay tribute to the friction.A burning cigarette […]

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Platz

Caramel covered brainslapped and stuckto the inside of a station wagonwindshield and the sunis beating down on allthe parking lot. The sugar bubbles at the edgesand the little dog in the passenger seatstarts licking at it and in all the heatit’s coat catches on fire. The flames spread to the gas tankand with the dog […]

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A Call Off

We’ll tell them what they want to hear with our cheeks against the frosted glass of the back door, looking out at all the blurry cars. The phone call will be over in an instant, and any doubts left on the wire will be eaten by the waves and waves of crows that like to […]

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Lookout

I want more time inside my headhe said before he placedthe drill bit flush against his eyeAnd then unscrewed. It spun there bleedingfor a minute on the drill,still in his shaking hand,until he dropped itin the wake of his red tears. He’d never see the same again,but when the shock subsidedand he reached for what […]

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Bird Song

Take the water fountain apartand let the ocean out, if theywill let you, and if they don’t,maybe force the issue anyway. Stab a can of spray paintwith a flame wrapped daggerand make it a grenadelike you are not afraid of dying. Bury yourself deepbelow the dandelionsfucking each otherwith butterfliesand dig your way outhandful by handful,killing […]

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Loom

I am walking on wet pavement
without shoes on while the sun
breaks through and brightens up
the water.
It looks like I’m on ice but it is warm
outside and everyone
is still convinced it’s raining,
so I get to be alone.

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No Good (Not Cool)

He looked at his broken toothin the mirror while hearing voicesoutside laughing,asking questions.The garbage truck’s automaticclaw pinned a young girlto the dumpsterand she screamedwhile both her legstwisted likecirrus clouds. I told her not to playover theresaid the blind grandmato the EMT that wheeledthe stretcheron the ambulancewith a worldof messed up faceswatching over her. That night […]

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