First Big Night Autumnal

I’m parked a block awaywhile downtownyou’re just picking up the pizza.The party’s raging and I knowthat I should be there,but without you I am hopeless,and the happy peopleand overly loud musicare my kryptonite.Although, I could use a cold beerand a wooden porchunsheltered from the starlight.That would be just fine,and you could sneak a pie awayand […]

Night plea

Fuck you and your complainingat the frosted glass The derided mop still soakedwith last night’s dark water A vestibule that smellslike an artificial beach lifted without askingfrom the nightmareof a fisherman Lost at sea somewhere Or maybe the posterof a race car tackedcrooked on the back wallof the pool hall I am getting drunk tonightbecause […]

A Bit Beyond The Stereo

It was night and she and I were walkingthrough the neighborhood,hiding from our friends,out somewhere searching for usto tag us out and finally win the game. We wore glowing bandsaround our necks,my brother handed everyone,as a way to say he gave us supervision.It only really made uslook like angels with their halosin disarray like we […]

Stretch

I left the broken metal bandwith the rest of the watchin her top drawernext to the sex diceand an open bag ofcough drops. I didn’t need to knowwhat time it wasin the summer darkwhen all thingscame uncoveredin the paler light. I broke it in my handafter the phone calldisconnected,and the crystal facecut deep intomy palm. […]

Monolith

There is sunlight reflectingoff metallic paint jobsin a movie theater parking lot,and I am walking out of the darkbuilding back into it. The summer is youngand the wind turbinesare spinning like my wheelswill soon be, heading back for dinner. On the good days I rememberbrief moments of the dark nightswhere we all knew there was […]

The Witness

They drilled a hubcapinto the bent streetlight,as a marker, like it allwasn’t so obvious.The crash came at the collapseof two completely differentintersecting daydreams.The radios were bothaftermarket and playingthe same station,and somehow in the aftermaththey couldn’t get the power off.The echoed traffic update playedacross both twisted bodiesthat could only be the commentaryfor what happened in the […]

Don’t Dust It Off (The high dive as a Metaphor)

She liked diving because fallingwas the only thing that ever made herfeel better, and the blue jackets the team worematched her eyes and made herdark hair even darker. Getting out of the house all summerand climbing up the metal ladderto the highest board was the oppositeof emptiness. They all got better being ruthlessabout exposing rancid […]