Melt

The quiet rooms are all spread outacross this house that I am tied tolike the sculptures on the frontsof ancient ships.This day without another way of walkingto see something else besides thesame four people I can speak toif I have to, but I am boring themwith nothing but myself.Wire fences are tangled with the growinggrass […]

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Plume

White smoke like clouds pours outof the factory in spitting distanceof the casino like no one free could knowjust what was being made there.The crowds though didn’t careand stood in line to empty out the timeleft in their pockets.The track was full of giant hatsand olives floating lopsidedagainst the beer contained in clearwhite plastic cups.Another […]

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After

She pulled the rabbitfrom its burrow and cutits throat and let it bleedover the untouched snowthe poor thing must havetried to just escape fromfor the season. There was no reason otherthan the hunger that she feltwhile looking through her cabinwindow at the falling snowthat stretched far out for milesover everything there was. While she cooked […]

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Anywhere

It all looks different nowabove the ground where everythingis sunny and the loading docks,where trucks connecttheir trailers to the buildings,become the scenery throughwhich the whole world walks.With every talk there is more truththat comes to light over the lipsshe moves like she is summoning my soul.Where all the halfway pointsconnect to finally form the wholeway […]

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Over

She is sleeping with her faceagainst the window that is over icedand the bus is barely staying on the road.Other people all are talking in the cultureof what they hold against their earsanother course to route the powerover all the gears that disappear alone.A single stone is thrown and breaksthe storefront glass that everyonewill pass […]

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Branch

Another normal day where wetally up the numbers of what we gave away,but I can’t stay and watch.The past won’t stay out of my dreamslike it is ink bleeding through the page,and all the words there are disfiguredlike the bodies being burned in crematoriumswho never list their addresses.She takes the curtains down so everyonecan see […]

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Annual

Pictures of the same eventsrecycled since they’re all that we’vebeen waiting for and any more isalways out of reach.The hollow hills are weird to walk onsince your footsteps echo downthrough all the structure that you cannotsee from up there in a vantage point so perfect.It is everything but always so much higher. Easily distracted by […]

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