How to Kill Yourself Without Any Bones

Parking Ramp revealed an opportunity  To shorten the distance  From numb to nirvana. Headlights exposed A showcase of accidental graffiti, Left when metal met concrete, lights dimmed To specks  And were accompanied by A parking ticket  Tucked inside a cloth ridden alcove. Underneath the Hospital’s entrance sign,  A revolving door created a vacuum,  Delivered scrapsContinue reading “How to Kill Yourself Without Any Bones”

Last Person to Know Her Name

1. A stranger in a blue wig rolled on the floor, Her eyes rolled too  Until sclera hues matched wall paint  Matched Styrofoam. Loose change  Founds its marks along the carpet.  Police entered and embedded dead Presidents In the fabric.  “What’s her name?” Reasons to name corpses. Soft kicks to hips. Officer knelt for prayer Continue reading “Last Person to Know Her Name”

A Dead R(f)inger for the American Dream

Mental hospital sheek standardized curtain rods to operate on a quiet line. Cutting apart the drapes and styling the scraps like snowflakes, But it’s raining pills instead.  Mannequins stand guard, Hosting visions window-shopping  For traffic, mastering the above the waist approval. Head nods. Crooked smiles. Pierced ears, septum and the tongue  To pin down tastyContinue reading “A Dead R(f)inger for the American Dream”

simple enough.

1. He lifted his elbow off the car window jamb, Symmetrical creases trailed his forearm in testament to self-flagellation. Worshipping open air  For lungs And empire opportunities  For insects.  She barricaded her chest with an argyle sweater vest. Lint and dandruff appeared visible in the navy blue squares, But failed in recognition atop the yellowContinue reading “simple enough.”