Dying Alone

Bent q-tips on the rim of a plastictrashcan gather dust becausethey’ve been there for so long.T-shirt stains on t-shirt stains so oldthe original color is long forgotten.Piles of blankets and bowls and platesaround a ragged couch with posters ofwomen, from the neck down, diagonallytaped to all the eggshell colored walls. I’ve forgotten where I amI’ve […]

Runaways

I’m not sorry for cutting youwith broken glassor calling you an idiotwhile ignoring your adviceto both our detriment. You just would not leave me alonewhen we were walking throughthe woods and all the birds were outand making noiseto find each other. I’m sure that stagnant waterwould have killed usafter reading up on allof our mistakes,it […]

Yule

The statue of a leaderwe slept through is made of copperat the center of an intersectiondown town where everyonehas shopping bags.The black chain on the inclineserves as a rail for people headingthose directions, up or down,and all the parking crowdsthe roadsides so those leftsneaking through have to be carefulnot to sideswipe some suburbanfucking everything for […]

Last Wave

I didn’t qualify for overcast skies,so I think I’ll just stay home this timeand count the bricks up in the barrierbetween me and her,while all the dirt just piles upon top of us. Unlimited parking, unlimited daylightI hope the afternoon maintains it strengthagainst the flavor of this night.Still there is cereal left in the bowlfloating […]

Minnows

In my dream I am lookingfor my car in some endlessdowntown cross streetand I am stumblingeven though I’ve notdrank anything. Eventually I catch a busthat exhales loudwith steam when itpulls up to me,and I sit downnext to some old guysin the neon light. I ask the two how longthey have been friendsand they tell mebetween […]

Where to Walk

All the holy places, caved inlike the brains of those who spenttheir lives maintaining them,were never more than limestone. All the telescopes in outer orbitwill be forgotten and what they seewill fade off into the distanceas the explosion fires on until it can’t. The comics with saliva covered micsin all the orange light out on […]

Lucid

The plastic factory always smellsworse when it’s wet, and it’s been rainingfor the past five days at least now. The sun looks silver throughthe foggy sky to all those landscaperscutting random knolls of grassplaced along the highway.The blades don’t do well when the groundis damp and so they have to passover everything repeatedly. Pigeons blink […]