over easy

pay day means a trip to the bank and a trip to the diner for some eggs. sitting in the corner booth over a greasy plate with rye toast, bacon, home fries and a cup of coffee, it is important to try to eat slowly. with no one to talk to all there is to

tridactyl limbs

strong arm lack of arm strength into the residual slump of solitude blues resting with snap dragons and dandelions biding time ’til blossoming the big albino child dead in the water since replaced by a dozen normal flesh toned adolescents hiding under the sheets before school hoping to wake up.

no rest for the moon

winter weather advisory has taken over the town and now the wind blown streets cover again waiting to be cleared of last nights debris. winter weather advisory has taken over the house and the windows are leaking cold air into the bedroom, causing sniffles in the morning and enemy sheets waiting to warm. winter weather

negative one

halfway around the block i dug my hands into my coat pockets for some warmth and discovered one of the bright green earth friendly, biodegradable, dog shit bags you had given me for christmas last year. all of the others had been used for their intended purpose, then discarded into neighbor’s garbage bins, alongside houses,

Submarine Bulk

The rocky channel divides the ocean unknown from protected shoreline, the passing boat will move through to open waters that may eventually run through mangroves, miles away, tall rooted above muddy water, home to amphibians and parasites, food for bugs and maybe fish, shitting back into water, water that moves somewhere deeper with the current,

Anno Repeti

Dog jumps to the window, 3:30 am, barking neighbors fighting threatening to pull guns, knives, yelling down the street, so we sit and listen calm, knowing, this excitement is where life is, and will never end, alone, away from everyone else.

Dreams Come Like A Shadow With Hands Around The Throat

The way Twain said to kill darlings I am trying to kill friends, murdering the worst parts of myself… Leaving New York City I tried to yell goodbye to my mother and brother as they crossed the street and I headed down into the cold subway, but they did not recognize me, thought I was

Time Flies When All Of Your Clocks Have Dead Batteries

Had the office set up for two months before I ever sat at the desk, next to the fishtank where algae tarnished the glass and the bookshelf overflowed with old books and dust, and sitting there at the keyboard I did not feel good, wanting to weep at my failures, the passage of time and

Northern Lights

Brought the Bhavagad Gita on a weekend trip to the mountains but didn’t read a page, arguing about bullshit instead. Each night I experienced a lucid dream, one with three dimensional t-rexes reaching across my brothers bunk, one with a shadowed man, silhouetted, tapping on the window glass. During the day the dog swam for

Secrets

Graffiti on the bridge reads, “ADULTHOOD IN A NUTSHELL: The light inside has broken but I still work.” On the desk Mr. Potato head looks funny in his spectacles, so I laugh. Box fan on low, pointed in my general direction, secret bedroom door shining light from the cracks while boxsprings creak in rhythm; let