Note On The Door Of A Convenience Store

Sometimes my thoughts get louderthan the train that I am waiting for.I bet you get this a lot, don’t you,people you don’t see offering you thingsyou don’t need.So what is it that I have to offer?Sadly I can only bring you this,talk on the surface of glass,but when I lay it down correctlyit can sing […]

Anomaly

You aren’t able to turn the radioall the way off so you playthe propaganda so loudit breaks the simplespeaker it was built with.Human legs are brought upclosely in the big netsmeant for fish that look like silver.We stand as still as our photographerswould like us to.We can bottle ourselves up and leavethe portions on the […]

Anything Worth Saying

Jagged cliff sides in my mindwhen I am trying to stay occupiedwith simple tasks like mopping upthe coffee off the floor.There’s extra fog clouding upthe windows and the doorsmade up of glass that can’t be brokenfrom the outside.We take the long ride to Chicagoto escape ourselves for just a single weekend,and the day ends with […]

Post Apocalypse

Taking locks apart to look forsomething missing in the mechanismsonly leads to metal fragmentseverywhere, and no one even caresabout it anyway.You can make your own funwith no guns behind the contractor red exits signs left blinking throughthe fire and the smoke we allare crawling through.Broken bar stools on the concrete floormarked by the shoe printsof […]

Strangers

I don’t know where theyleave before they get here,but when they do I have tohear them out regardless. I can’t get in the wayof the old man mixingsomething in the riverwith the hatchet that he carriedas a means of erasingthe memory of himselffrom the region. Or the girl who only walksaround on cloudy daysin the […]

Ritual

Red front doors open upout to a view of just the riverin the places where it weavesthroughout the city.Everything depends on enough peoplewaking up when they’re supposed to,keeping everything alive.Once we have it we don’t like going back.Unmaking to us is like an admissionwe were wrong somehowbut look where we are nowand tell me this […]

Population 800

Horizons in my memorylike transparent linesthe windows make with blindsthat I leave open on the dayswhen it is worthless looking in. The police walk aroundin their mech suitsshooting tear gas canistersthrough school bus windowsbefore laughing hysterically. Grocery store cashiersget beaten by their managersjust for being needed in the first place. By the way I’m the […]