Cover

Late sunsets in the last third of summermake it hard to go to sleepwhen I’m supposed to Reaching for dead electronicsin a broken car with no ACwhile the destinationgets less worth itevery mile I have seen all the giant redwood treestowering together in one forestwe have not yet gotten tired of I would rather stopand […]

Shimmer

Her dress falls off her shoulderswhile she practices her harpand I am outside getting shakyon the balcony. She asks me if the mailboxhad any money,through the screen doorwhile the coyotes allgather to exchangetheir different gristleat the dead enddown the alley. I tell her noand keep on rocking in my chairwhile windows break so loudthe lights […]

Wiser

The air was so metallicjust like brass or copperbleeding from the buildings.I fell asleep in my car after a long nightdrinking out somewherethe parking lot was empty nowand everyone besides me made it homesomehow. While I scraped the windshieldmy hands burned like the tasteof poison, and I noticed an older womanin a crop top spreading […]

In The Market

The vagrant chews with half his teethbecause the rest are all just nerves now,from the years of it,and after cutting his hand on analuminum can he watches roacheson the wall with so much hatredthey explode before he touches them. Not enough people stop byand when they do the talk is boring,and the windows freeze and […]

Graveyard Of Your Favorite Songs

I spent the weekend making coffee ringson an old desk and keeping the lights dim.To occupy my eyes I cracked the fewremaining mp3 foldersof my dead friends. None of them were organizersand their libraries consisted mostlyof single playlists labeled simplywith their names. It didn’t take more than an hourto duplicate them all withinmy own screen.I […]

Short Day

The raptor on the wireI am watching whileI’m waiting for the lightcan feel my eyes on herand watches backuntil I drive away I get out on the damand lean against the rail,where all I see is distant fogand icy water rushinglike the people heading home The shadows of the naked treesare like a crowd of […]

Different Kinds Of Nowhere

I’ve wasted timethrowing rocks at empty train cars,but really that would be worth morethan all the hours I spent twitchingover HD moving colors. Either way the breakfast the next daywas always heavy,and my heart was like a cinder blockwith a clock buried inside itwhen they shaped it. Every time I cracked my head openthey reshaped […]