Render

The airwaves are all tilted towardsdestroying my extension chordsso all of this can finally go away. The one bedroom building by wherethe train track meets the warehouseevery morning when the moths are stilldeciding where to sleep. It’s rough out there without a coat,this winter when all the summersfeel so far off in between. Restaurants have […]

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Soak

Digital alarm clock fontsin bright red like the pixelsbled in blocks of blushing light.Outside the window by the bedthey saw a single kite that flew a bit erraticallybut looked just like a dragon flythat couldn’t die alone.Stagnant water in the bullet woundsleft everywhere from meteor showersthat whistled in the atmospherelike fireworks but aimed directly down.This […]

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Finery

Other people than beforehave now surrounded all the downtowncity blocks where no one walkswhen it is cold outside.An old man with a hacksawis called around to all the countieswhere the horses started growingcrystal horns because he’s the only onewith any sort of use for them.He grinds them up with some machinemade from a shop vac […]

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Twin Sword Summers

I’ll blame it all on burning treesand streams that cut across the kneesof waders with there hooks in something swimming.Cork boards of old fliers bleached bywindow sunlight spreading the exaggerated newsof how it’s hopeless to be anything your own.A trail of pigeon bones leads right to their lost dogwith only one eye left alive inside […]

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Trail

Plastic ribbon wrapped around a thinningsapling in the winter when it’s crushedby all the snow. I do not know the rightdirection I should go to make it out of there,on this distant trail that I am not familiar.Then you find me there all lostand looking everywhere for any signto trace my way back out to […]

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Containers

Broken roller blades leaned againsteach other in the corner of their overpacked garage. The dust covered everythingincluding all the plastic decorationsthat had not been on displayfor several years now.In the center of the room by the support beamwas the burn mark from wherethe match was struck and gasolinewas scattered like confetti.The belt buckle they foundlooked […]

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Correspondence

A mail truck is embedded in a snow bankand it’s headlights flicker just like blinking eyes.The letters are on fire from the enginethat is too convinced it’s dying to stopburning all the fuel left in its tank.She is watching from her empty streetwhile everyone is dialing their cellphones,and knows that something in that blazewas there […]

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Shoebox Tape #8

In the cold morning they meet out onthe cracking concrete stairsand exhale smoke that’s thickeneddarkly by the temperature.She is driving back tomorrowand doesn’t know if she will evermake it over there again.He doesn’t think about it,and tries to speak of anythingthat could stick inside her mind.They check the time up on the clock towerand know […]

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Twist

I guess I’m going home for Halloween againthey spent the whole night looking everywherefor her imaginary friend. There are goodreasons not to talk about the spray painton the ceiling, but it’s the only wayto tell them how I’m feeling.The goats penned out back cut their mouthson all the cans they try to nibble onto get […]

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Monumental

He’s not her typebecause tonight is justa different kind of night.The placement of the planetslike a spiral spinning outwardfrom the crown jewel justabove where our old moonspins so much slower in comparison.It splits apart into the angelsthey describe in every biblein the real sense not that Renaissancedepiction where the harshnessof their form is stripped away.They […]

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