My yard sits on forty feet of fog minus the dimensions. Now, I can see the exceptional letting go of things: The woman down the street, upset, choosing not to groom her Scotties. The man walking along his pole barn, returning to slam the door. Bracken drips. Jays over-soar their puddles. All objects camouflage disgust. … Continue reading Picture Window
A canoe, turned, turns to siege ladder in the branches of a river bank. Branches like the spearmen of ground’s castle wall, while honeysuckle maidens, fair, hang their silks from tower windows in a kingdom so shrunk it fights only for a steady foot in the flowers. To not be trampled by size 11s, or … Continue reading Moat
Wee hours dark-house walking stumbling more like, when you jam your toe hard. You’d think you would know better and land each step with stalking-cat caution better yet, flip on the damn lights obviously. But reality: You’re gonna stub your toe a dozen or more times in an average lifespan just the way things go. … Continue reading These Things Happen
An ungreased swing singing dunes of cloud across a blue sky; it’s the common line. Our differences lie in the songs we don’t sing; a measure of rust on the chains that hold us. Or that some of us hold the chains. Like how all five senses hold the railing at Niagara. And like, when … Continue reading Any Playground In America
I wonder if the problem lies with me or infinity. Each day is its own kind of monster. More and more advertising speaks directly to me. Hearing but not listening. Listening but not hearing. Hot breath in my ear while I try to pick the lock on these handcuffs with my teeth. I need to … Continue reading The World’s Most Powerful Microscope
Armored blimps circling while villains build home aquariums: Know that when everything is spider-cracked, when car washes and gas stations and banks oversaturate suburbia, no tablemaking demonstration can save me. I light a candle just to dip my finger in the wax. Envision my hesitationas an oil rig. Snowbroth.A lot of pennies scattered on a … Continue reading Simmer
The jellyfish take the 6:00 AM train down to the beach. Some of the jellyfish make it through the sliding doors, some of them fall off the platform onto the tracks. I am the only not jellyfish on the train. The jellyfishes’ electric thoughts paint the ceiling of the car, the windows lit with neon … Continue reading Untitled (Jellyfish Poem)
I’ve been dreaming in my room, not getting anything done. Dreaming about finding pennies from the Roaring ’20s. Picking up the phone all the time, then immediately putting it down. Dancing in a silver light threatening to turn gray. Waiting for everything to equalize. Dreaming and waiting and dreaming of a chance to dream free, … Continue reading Almost Rich
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I finally got a refrigerator that dispenses cold, cold ice and water purified by a filter. Some people have these all their lives and some people never have them. I always go for ice now and I go for the purified water. My wife says it tastes better but I don’t know. What I do … Continue reading A lower middle-class laborer explains the economics