Swirl

Concrete spinning in a tunnelon the truck like it’s a Ferris wheelor some other dumb attraction.I watch our shadows run beside uslike I’m not the one they’re chasingover hollow land they hold tightin their hands.All our lookouts have been automatedso we sleep with no one watchingbut the red light by the lensthat never flickers even […]

Pastime

Get out of the way of the tidal wave,and sit there in the sand and watch it crashwhile trying to make phone callswithout cash to even hit the ratethe payphones are obsessed with.Melt crayons against lamp bulbsso that the light is then refractedinto colors so specific in their naming.Burnt orange is a favorite of minebecause […]

Stale

I’m not surprised about the oyster crackersgoing stale so quicklyhere wrapped up in this basketwhere the wicker weaves its wayback over everything,but I am surprised by you.You who found me heremixed in with all these business cardsand quick cash grabs for plastic.There you are with just a flashlightlooking down into the well to see the […]

Zombified

Zombified in the dark morningwhen it’s cold enough to makeyou run inside, but they won’t let youso you make due with a jacket.All the numbers show up differentthan you thought they wouldlike the wheel understoodthe limits of your luckenough to stop you in your tracksand hold you hostage.Padlocked boxes at the bottomsof local lakes like […]

Oversleep

The woods here all are decorativesurrounding houses not forgottenbut concealed from almost everyonewho’d find them since they’re lookingfor a reason to come overfor a little while longer.Cell towers that don’t do anything,but act as meet up spots for birdswho can only fuck when fallingfrom the summit, stack upon the horizon as if holding up a […]

Providence

Shaking eyelids in the hallwaywhere the only thing that guides youis your hand against the drywall,so you don’t fall and forgetwhen you wake up now.Your dreams are of nothing but cowsgathering in herds aroundthe base of a tornado; with only hopethat it will throw them past the fences.You’re beaten senseless by the factthe wind feels […]

Overtime

I am here for the glare off city windowson my walk home from where I’m working nowwhere fenced in gardens grow straight throughthe blacktop, always proving wrong the great ones.I want to be fake like the peoplewearing costumes holding signsfor deals at stores just days from closing.Abandoned pocket knives redirect raysfrom between blades of grassleft […]