he coughs and she shuffles into his side
and kitty pads tap their lonesome on the cluttered kitchen table.
together they tore the house to shreds.

bowless strings and
formless strips are
shavings on the floor.

too boxy, too even
too easy

they all
fit on the page

but itching fingers

feel it to live

feel it
feel it
feel it

crickets in the corners, big and black and batting bodies of full and flat pillows while my girls make hand puppets on the walls with dirty foot prints amongst the wannabe poets and mohawk shadows that eat those poor birds alive and spit out their bones on my bedroom's floor with the ruins of my cat's dinner like creamed corn which is the evil step ( Read more... )

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grand scenes & moving
trees, fizzled to flat liquid
but i much prefer

bubbly club soda
tickling to the nose, patting
the tongue with cotton gloves

until TWO AY EM,
when pumpkins find curfew and
club meets cousin spring.

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you are
ahead
soaking in brilliance
unaware that i
gasp for air to
keep up

this water is car wash powered. shingle like sheets cascade down my window. a mile away, the sky is light but the air still hazy. the parking lot is an impressionist piece with rust-stained trucks and shopping carts pushed by the wind.

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funny how energy contributes to such
cracking in the sky
crashing reverberations
mingling rain
smacking summer asphalt that
smokes from the coolness