Plastic Forks

This place made out of crystal looking overitself like a human does each morningin the mirror. There’s always somewhere to go,and even more so always some steep costto get there. This is an optical illusionof a firestorm where nothing new is burningbut the edges of our eyesight where it’s bright.Sometimes you have to ignite whateverhas […]

Flip

We cut open empty cansto hold some fire in our handsand breath it in. The open stained glass overthe back wall is a hangoutjust for dragonflies and crows. I buy a lemonadefrom the vending machine,and search for somewheredark to lean and think aboutwhat all of this could mean. I’m all for waiting aroundon the tailgates […]

Wallpaper

A bottle cap on the highway like our sunin all the vastness of this empty placewhere shoes melt to the ground no matterhow you spend your time walking around.I can’t compare dry pasta noodlesto the bones of squirrels crushed likecandy on the inside our of mouths,but they are everywhere on the roadthis morning making tire […]

Introductions

She tells the man with the needlethat it doesn’t have to be perfectshe just has some extra moneyburning holes throughall that keeps it far from spent.She wants a bat wing on her shoulderjust big enough to noticewhen she’s wearing something sleevelessin the warmer times of year,before the daylight disappears behindthe drywall. New people always tell […]

Behold

Behold the daily latent entertainmentthat we watch play out on our palmslike there’s a futurethere to look toward if we want to.She isn’t picky about the clothes she buys,for dollars under what everyone is paying,and never listens to what’s in right now;she figured out who she was from the get go.She doesn’t organize the inside […]

Contender

I walked in there earlier under the awninglooking for a replacement chain for my old saw,now long gone, out in the shade of some pinesrusting from the fog. If we could make paperout of anything I would fold you upand keep you as a bookmark here caughtin between the pages with just the scarce lightfrom […]

Swirl

Concrete spinning in a tunnelon the truck like it’s a Ferris wheelor some other dumb attraction.I watch our shadows run beside uslike I’m not the one they’re chasingover hollow land they hold tightin their hands.All our lookouts have been automatedso we sleep with no one watchingbut the red light by the lensthat never flickers even […]