Ruin

Every morning I drivestraight into the daylight becausebecause I’m looking forwhat’s on the other side.Every night I have a dream,that I am sinking in a river,underneath a bunch of bridgesI don’t recognize. We make light dance for us nowwhen before we would circlearound a fire and dance for it.It was a pit of somethingnot quite […]

Eye Piece

A fingernail thick monoclewas found by someone swimmingdrunk in some old fountainon the other side of town.A kind of happenstancethat wouldn’t get its word around. I was there thoughinhaling rain vapor off the surfaceof the city when I saw her jump inalmost out of boredom.As if the thunder in the distancewas the only thing for […]

State Of The Art

No one cares who you are for realbecause the fake you suits what they needall too perfectly. I don’t want your confessionslike a pastor waiting quietly behinda window made of basket holding nothingbut some poser and the dead. The risk I take is lookinglike a total fucking loserover sharing about stuffthat sounds made up at […]

Pinnacle

The dance floor is an overrated areawhere people go to embarrassthemselves while having fun with it.I guess that’s better than thissketchy ramp I’m standingat the top of looking downat all the splinters it couldgive me without tryingin the slightest. People wake up when they want tothey just never do it quite at the right time.Oversleeping […]

Emergent

Her ring is hanging from a chainaround her neck while she is sittingoutside wondering when it will start to rain.It never does it just gets darker,and the pond frogs look for insectsin the light where they all daze aroundthe same old empty coffee cansand pocket change that blendswith all the concrete.Her favorite time of daywas […]

Paradigm

Skulls still partially coveredin faces now unrecognizedslowly decay in the torrential rainthat’s fallen since it all broke outon Monday an almost destinedconstruct for bringing on this madnessin the first place.Families whisper in their boarded upapartments about the places they allthink they still can run too,but the radio bulbs don’t pick upall the stations. The voices […]

Arbor

I almost never clean my glassesthe correct way and I admitthat they are not nowwhat they used to be.I used to see so far and readthe signs without the moneyto be bigger on such old paperthey would always slowly fade.A neighbor sprayed the bird shitoff her garden statues with an old hoseshe could barely keep […]