For A While Now

Pills spill into the bloodand take effectso slowly you forgetabout them.The metal clip on the ropefor the flagpole collidesrepeatedly into the metallike a church bellwhere you wouldn’twant to hear one.Radio voices mutilatethe silence with their falsehoods,and the droning loudcommercials in between them.They distract each otherfrom all of it with their bodiesarching blue sparksin between them,and […]

Jackets

This city craves anotherwave of fog rolling inover canal street.While all the grass cuttersand tree trimmers prayfor dryness and a slowlysetting sun.The high school helperat a thrift storesweeps up broken glassby a useless doorthat can’t even keepthe wind out anymore.She only works therefor a chance to snagold jackets that arrivefrom time to time.They’ve always made […]

Undergrowth

All kinds of litter in the undergrowthbeer cans and liquor bottleschief among themshining in their dull bluesilver glory.They send the thievesand lowlifes out to spearit all into some plastic bagsbut it just replenisheswith every nightthere is no one out to witnessthe inevitable. A seatless toiletpale as all the headlightsrests wrapped in emerald grassstill wet from […]

After Rain

A Wooden fence kicked inby a storm cannot keepthe world out. Plastic buckets filled with rainwaterand leaves sit in the silent shadeand hope to overflow one day. Car alarms wake up old menwho look with blurry vision outtheir windows at the crowded streetand cannot track just whereit all is coming from. A girl in black […]

White River

I wanna zone outlike a porch light flickering.To fall asleep in the canoeand get carried by the riverdown to where it emptiesin the ocean.I am the sparking matchabout to crash into the white tipof her cigarette.The fabric of her dress moves likea forest in the dark,and her earringsare like owl eyes.I will age a yearwhile […]

Hydra

A little girl hits the piano keysby standing on her tip-toesand reaching up to what she cannot see.The piano is made out of red wood butprobably not actually from a redwoodthose precious things alreadymake us music. I punch at my reflectionin the plastic shieldon the front of a vending machinetrying to buy coffee but I […]

Somewhere In Suburbia

A yellow bike with fading paintand only one peg left of what was four,sits on its handle bars and seatwith one wheel still just barely spinningat the bottom of an empty pooland a lawn mower starts up elsewherein the distance. Her perfume is like gasolineand bug spray and still my friendsspend their whole dayconvincing her […]