Marks

There’s a barely hanging branchand I’ve been waiting just to see itfinally fall, but it refuses to.The cold mornings make the towna bit distorted and any wind that touchesskin is like a fire. They run a wire from the power lineinto the center of her head,and keep assuring me that everything is fine.I can’t tell […]

Essentials

I don’t want to blindly follow anymore.All these endless downward stairstowards what I’m not allowed to knowat any moment and still they try to sell mepurely on the altitude. She’s wearing a t-shirt with a facethat is smiling while all the numbersshe is dialing are to peoplewho don’t even careto just pick up the phone. […]

All Forgotten

Her friends wave to her as she walkstheir direction and her sunglasses are mirrorsfor her eyes. They have no plans tonightthey’re staying in and staring out the windowat this city that is motionless, and a sourcefor all that does not close the distance. No maxed out radio stations can stand holdingonto old decades fading out […]

Nothing New

Kids dressed for funerals they’ve never been to rake leaves under orders from their parents who just want them doing anything productive. A group of smokers argue about football while passing matches back and forth and making motions with their slowly staining hands. A younger kid from further down the sidewalk sits on a skateboard, […]

Lost Charter

Plastic bottle wind chimesand a day that can’t decideif it is cold or not. Impressions in the melting blacktoplinger longer than the cycleof the sun.Still afraid of everyonethey wait insidewhere everything is barely put together.The shotgun shells on the fold out tableare forgotten about and blendinto the background.No one picks them up when they arekicked […]

Cargo

It still feels like summerin the middle of the fall,and I want it all to add upperfect so there are nohanging questions leftto answer.People sit in lawn chairs,like a party, outside leasingoffices in hopes of getting themto recognize the renthas all been spenton something different.Old houses stand outsolidly among the newand while too few of […]

Bad Ideas

Today it’s raining outand they are trying to repaintthe fading road lineswhich refuse to just infuseinto the surface.She looks at him sleepingby the window while the sweaterin her grip unfolds itselfwith both her armsand both her hands. A bird black like the cornersof the apartment pecksat the side of the buildingfrom its perch up onthe […]