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 […]

Breaker

The colorful lights in every otherroom moving on the other side,make it clear to all the power’s on,and you can feel your wayinside with just your eyes.Oil separates from waterin the shoe deep puddlesmirroring the sky.The smell of mud and othersoaking things invades the airlike fire will envelopejust the opposite.Girls talk on their phonesin just […]

Hold

She’s getting anxious cause the songis surely ending soonand after one last little dust cloudin the bathroom she is going home,back in through her old windowshe left open in a hurryto get out of there. He takes the taxi in the blurry lightof late night traffic on the outskirtsof a city all the others mockwith […]

Out Here

It isn’t all just skeletons impaledon rusty pitchforks,it is also golden skies and fieldscolliding in the eveningwhen the fires startand the only smell is smoke. Fishing poles stick out the sidesof covered bridges over creekswhere even childrencatch the Mooneyejust to throw them backlike coins into a fountain. A couple old men strum guitarsand try to […]

It’s Very Clear I Never Left

When I’m somewhere I can’t recognize,like this path with dried brusheverywhere and summer pines,just shifting in the cloudy windbefore rain begins,I try to take my timewith it. How could this gray horizonand these leafless treeswith little plastic knots tiedall among them not remind meof my heavy legsjust trying to touch ground again,I balance on the […]