Turnover

There’s no music to this she says quietlywhile struggling with the wirethat leads from the cassette playerto the headphone jack on her phonewhen she’s all alone on her lunch break. She parks in the cool place that no elsethinks they can because the painted lineshave faded there and only thosewho do not care can see […]

Red Wing

A mother is tearing her feathers outbecause her baby is lost on the groundand there is nothing she can dobut keep on looking down and making noisefor nothing. They put it in a tissue box and use a rubber bandto hold it to the tree so that maybethey could find a way to meet again.The […]

Morning To Wait For

No one showed up,what a shock to the systemit’s almost like no oneelse listened when she told themthe time that was listed onall of the invites, now cloggingthe storm drains throughout town,while the sun’s going downover everything.She’s wearing her older sister’s dresswith a pencil box full of the acidshe bought from the bum by the […]

Limited

She has a tattoo of the preambleon her forearm like just sayingWe The Peopleis enough to have the rightto speak for everyone.I know it takes a loaded gunto get anywhere in history,it isn’t quite a mysterybut in my book there areexceptions to most everything.When they come out withthe virtual reality versionof the moon landing tapesI […]

Comfort Zone

There’s a perfect spotto sit out in the grass field wherethe concrete doesn’t reachand some old bleachershaven’t rusted into nothing.Our footsteps echo off themwhile we meander to the middleand get too comfortablewith being so far out.Answering machine messagesalways have a slightly annoyed toneto them because what elsecould you be doing besideswaiting for a chance to […]

Tracer

I’m so damn angrythat it sometimes feels likerazors in my eyes.I will admit though,it purifies something in methat has never once beencleaned the way it should have.I’ve driven to workwith half of my windshieldstill covered by the new morning’sice and still survived to seethe traffic lights all changinginto colors they are different from.I ask questions […]

Last Monarch

I will take the lightninglike a shot of somethingclear in something clearerafter tapping it against the barand raising it so high against the stars.The repeats on the radiomake the day slowlike a strand of syrup fallingfrom a bottle. On the day the lights burn out,and our whole world is leftin the wake of broken glass,I […]