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 […]

Rectangles

I don’t care about the names laid outin paper on the office floorwhere I am just in search of any doorto get away from there.People look up at us from the streetsometimes desperately afterstumbling out of any othertransparent rectangle on this blockafter hearing some bad news.Blue salt melts the ice holding onto every sidewalk between […]

Jacket

A brown winter coat is missing half a sleeveand from where we’re standingit almost seems like it is wavingfrom the wire it is hanging from.The sounds of erratic power drillsconnect things together on the weekendwhen the neighborhood rebuildswhat it has broken.The buses sound like giant catsand hiss at all the passengerswaiting in the morning grayto […]

Wake Ups

Pretty girls walking dogs that don’tbelong to them, for money, make their wayaround the block that I am stuck inby this window looking out.The tree outside has started growing intothe structure of the houseand has shifted every single thing diagonally.The facility where the city stores its saltis right across the street from the otherdirection and […]

Factions

A race to the bottom of a pondcan never last this longwithout another way to breath.The plastic bag is caught betweensome branches by the window,and we all know that it’s there because of us.We can’t ignore the rust that’s building up alongthe seems in all our giant robot guardians,so maybe the time has come to […]