Splitscreen

In the old days we played classic games
sitting side by side in your dark room
to escape the people outside
shouting through the window blinds.

One Place Or Another

A giant will break off from the mountainwoods and walk down to our little townspeeling water tower pinnaclesto strike fear in us and overcome his thirst. Fresh grave dirt piles play parking lotsto monarch butterflies somehowworking out which flower bedsthey’ve unburdened of their nectar. Sunlight falls through church windowsover the donut table and dark ringleft […]

Anything Bright

My dreams burnlike trash covered in butanebetween so manyPennsylvania brick houses,and I am happier nowwith this shovel and sandthan before when I watched it allfall through the glass. It rains redwhen I think backto the neighborhoodchainlink chilled evenings,when everything was overcast. Now just handlebars rustin the overgrowndried out backyardswe once ran throughescaping from anything bright. […]

Curl

It gets me out,that metal sound,I levitate over the sidewalkfor the three blocksI must cross to make itover here. Everyday a smoke cloudforms around the barrelof the forty fiveI empty in the sideof the old school houselong abandonedby the district.We have both been heremany times before. It’s been a long timebut I remember allthe little […]

Belmont Beach

A white truck waits on gravelunder orange streetlightwhile a black dog licksthe moon reflected insome little stream,and insects screamrejoicing in the heat. Muddy footprintslead to water downwhere fish bitealmost anythingand throttles echooutward fromthe gaps betweenthe dying trees,now faded green. Bullfrogs call for loverswhile white moths climbover tree bark too afraidto fly all caught upin this […]

Mend

The weeds wave so politely at me,sunglasses between my eyes,and them and this whole landscapewe remain in for the moment now.She shakes me awake in the red lightof the morning and I start my old carunder gray moon and a dark bluestretch of sky. The world uses me correctlythese last few monthskeeping me far outin […]

Melancholy Music

The wild guyat the end of the blockspent his life savings assemblinga massive pipe organinto the fabric of his home. It looked like crystalline steelwith stone around it like the insideof a cave, and boy it played.It rang out over miles of suburbanland and sometimes evenedges of the city. Everyone turned on him,and his melancholy […]