Shading In The Painting Of A Shootout

The same handful of facesrule the streets between our housesand the freeways that connectour towns together.Like the girl who is out of everyone’sleague but occupies the mindsof all who see her.Heavy industry like a panel of titanswho chain smoke and slouch behindthe grocery stores we shop at to ignore them.City apartments where you can’t tellif […]

Latency

I fade away when I’m around the rest of you.Like there is no ground we must stand onconnecting everything.Burned down baseball fieldsstill keep the outline of the basesin the sand, but all the outfield nowis ash, and the score boardwill be empty for forever. Loud arguments happen continuouslyin long lines where no one knowswhat they […]

Dip

Getting up to watch the skyin the overcast forgotten nameof the city park where weekendshave their setting. She wears as little as she canworking on the perfect picturein the sun beam streaming downfor her to be in. It’s okay to carve your nameinto apartment flaking framesaround the doors that letthe losers through to see you. […]

Note On The Door Of A Convenience Store

Sometimes my thoughts get louderthan the train that I am waiting for.I bet you get this a lot, don’t you,people you don’t see offering you thingsyou don’t need.So what is it that I have to offer?Sadly I can only bring you this,talk on the surface of glass,but when I lay it down correctlyit can sing […]

Anomaly

You aren’t able to turn the radioall the way off so you playthe propaganda so loudit breaks the simplespeaker it was built with.Human legs are brought upclosely in the big netsmeant for fish that look like silver.We stand as still as our photographerswould like us to.We can bottle ourselves up and leavethe portions on the […]

Anything Worth Saying

Jagged cliff sides in my mindwhen I am trying to stay occupiedwith simple tasks like mopping upthe coffee off the floor.There’s extra fog clouding upthe windows and the doorsmade up of glass that can’t be brokenfrom the outside.We take the long ride to Chicagoto escape ourselves for just a single weekend,and the day ends with […]

Post Apocalypse

Taking locks apart to look forsomething missing in the mechanismsonly leads to metal fragmentseverywhere, and no one even caresabout it anyway.You can make your own funwith no guns behind the contractor red exits signs left blinking throughthe fire and the smoke we allare crawling through.Broken bar stools on the concrete floormarked by the shoe printsof […]