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.

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.

Sanguine Daydream

I cannot yet understand the way love builds the way love is the way it hurt to walk ten feet to type this, opposite of the joy with which my folks take photos of themselves smiling, by the lighthouse, at dusk. The way someone forces you to build yourself, the way someone forces you to

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

Regulars

In coffee shops everyone has their story: The schizophrenic, PJ, who lost years of his life to speed and psychedelics, in-and-out of mental institutions, where he was electrocuted on a regular basis, fed soup every day of the same variety, while working on his manuscript and ingesting cacti that led him to seeing ghosts in

Catch, Kill, Repeat

After driving a new lady home and fucking her in the driveway where her husband and eight-year-old slept inside, after hearing horror stories of depression and eating disorders, I drove home lonely wondering why lilies open and close and why flies only live for a day or two and why sleeping with your feet pointing

Wise Old Winston

Cut the hip-hop beats and the pop-synth soundwaves now we exist in silence, finally. Somewhere along the way we decided to chase this path and to remain focused on sunsets next to the stage. I went to my dirty porch at 5AM to watch sunrise only to discover a cat, sleeping. I petted him and

Hush

Mermaid skeleton in a lawn chair playing the accordion, flower in her hair, bug zapper buzzing above the dirty porch, slow and deliberate dance to the moon, beckoning stars.