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 […]

Consensus

I think about going and let me tell youthat neon sign is like a lanternin a snow storm. Not a whole lotthere to go on but enough to keepfrom lying down and dying therewith nothing but a fading thoughtof anywhere. She drinks Heineken through her teethand wraps her scarf tight by the windowso her silver […]

Motions

The lonely people at the bar like to watchthe first dates everywhere run out of thingsto talk about before the appetizers.It makes them happy and they laughinto their wine glasses wearing nothingbut red mustaches and dark sunglasses,that make them look like no one in particular. The front sidewalk through the window glassis full of taxis […]

Leftovers

Putting left over fried riceand chicken in tortillaswe brought back from dinneras a midnight snackto break open the boredomI’m feeling from slipping away.I finish off the half smoked cigarin its plastic wrap still stuck closedby the eight cent sticker I didn’t remove.They say its easy to do nothingand let the hours you’re givenget shredded to […]

Waste

We waste like angels cry,by which I mean quite often,and I can’t avert my eyesfrom this great tapestry that hangsdown from the rafters. It is covered in depictionsof a human kind left nakedin the wilderness beforea mountain they must walkwith all the stones around themcutting up their feet. It spirals up like that untilat the […]

Mix

There are too many peoplesleeping under the boardwalkand buying foodwith the small amount of moneythey make on good daysplaying blackjackor by throwing a couple dollarsat a long shot. Waking the latent barbariansfrozen in ice still waitingto cut open anyone tryingto organize as somethingthat keeps everything in line.Emails from the officegiving every excuse they canto just […]