Track

This horse race based gamewe play on the day to dayis getting older like the manat the track waving dollar billsas they roar past.A place where we only ever beton who’s in last down at the finish linewhere the world ends every lapor so it seems. Humans have it in their hearts to simplifybecause the […]

Curriculum

No matter how I go and tryto make it otherwisethe only thing I’ve learned fromhas been pain. Cutting my handon an empty canI was trying to crushto make the pointthat it was garbage. I’ve been in bad groupsthat would lurk whereno one cared.Using infinite obscurityto justify how homewas held together. Those memorieshave lost remaining colorin […]

Polarity

Windows without views worthany passing by to stop and takethe world in from the vantage pointpresented there.Foggy glass with trees beyond itand some sky in the right cornerif you searched for it.Miscommunications over textwhen the meeting always meantthere would be more beforethe rest of us could sleep.A broken light fixture dangling in front ofthe entrance […]

Ruin

Every morning I drivestraight into the daylight becausebecause I’m looking forwhat’s on the other side.Every night I have a dream,that I am sinking in a river,underneath a bunch of bridgesI don’t recognize. We make light dance for us nowwhen before we would circlearound a fire and dance for it.It was a pit of somethingnot quite […]

Eye Piece

A fingernail thick monoclewas found by someone swimmingdrunk in some old fountainon the other side of town.A kind of happenstancethat wouldn’t get its word around. I was there thoughinhaling rain vapor off the surfaceof the city when I saw her jump inalmost out of boredom.As if the thunder in the distancewas the only thing for […]

State Of The Art

No one cares who you are for realbecause the fake you suits what they needall too perfectly. I don’t want your confessionslike a pastor waiting quietly behinda window made of basket holding nothingbut some poser and the dead. The risk I take is lookinglike a total fucking loserover sharing about stuffthat sounds made up at […]

Pinnacle

The dance floor is an overrated areawhere people go to embarrassthemselves while having fun with it.I guess that’s better than thissketchy ramp I’m standingat the top of looking downat all the splinters it couldgive me without tryingin the slightest. People wake up when they want tothey just never do it quite at the right time.Oversleeping […]