Mourning Doves Alive Again

Halitosis afflicts the discussion  Two tones Distributed as one. Hang-nail dangles from their pinky  Holds court AMONG the coffee cup. Back braced against  A Cotton sealed spine. They met with pigeons in mind. Dirty birds. Dirty words.  Clustered in flocks and folds. Inside the hotel room  Secrets assume a closed fist. Love taps begin  LustContinue reading “Mourning Doves Alive Again”

Projecting a Sunrise

A frail elder enlists A plastic chair, While Resting their eyes on boat traffic, nominates engine noise To automobile parlance And sitting hunchback scooches their bottom  Further back until the end is shared.  The elder retrieves breadcrumbs  From inside a plastic-bag, Both resources Gifted to them  By the food pantry. They proceed  To toss theContinue reading “Projecting a Sunrise”

artificial sweetener

Artificial sweetener packets decorated the car’s floor-mats. Their wet shoes made them martyrs. A few sprinkles escaped, Separated and near change, Butterfly wings dried  And saved their disintegration   For the last trip home.  Some moments belong in paper-bags.  It’s all relative  To the drop off, stepping out, Putting rehearsal to use and knowing Lives whichContinue reading “artificial sweetener”

A Brief History of Neo-Liberalism

Nocturnal dust hibernates behind the refrigerator And taunts the compressor by remaining still,  Despite daylight’s winded attempts  To achieve relevance  Through an accidental chore. Open the door. See the light.  Capitalists patented canned-air to combat stillness.  Communists huff canned-air to escape oxygen.  Appropriate nomenclature for neo-liberal idolatries  Affiliates the evolution of morals  With advances inContinue reading “A Brief History of Neo-Liberalism”

(insert recycled sitcom trope here)

Cardboard boxes, stacked before the dumpster,  Simplified access  To raccoons, who ate like royalty, gorging on trash.  Cardboard crumples when wet and rainfall  Exchanged convenience for knowledge.  Egg yolk  Bespeckled with blood spots, Stayed the predator’s hand And examined the concept  Of what could’ve been. NO.  Life becomes.  Life doesn’t happen.  Dog urine  Perfumed theContinue reading “(insert recycled sitcom trope here)”

Gentrified Global Warming

Storm clouds challenged the skyscraper’s attempt At censorship, Posting their gray scale  Above the CEO’s important view. The type of view  Laborers risk their lives To clear smudges From the window glass.  Trees dropped their seeds  And hijacked peripherals  Acclimated to city plants  Blending in with manufactured wood, Bordering storefronts  And gentrified apartment complexes, ButContinue reading “Gentrified Global Warming”

*This Magic Moment*

The labor shortage  Allows a city employee,  To lower their head, oblivious to passing strangers To aim their leaf blower And push debris toward the curb, where a street sweeper  Collects our cigarette butts, dead foliage, hair follicles, receipts, bottle caps, paint flecks, toilet paper scraps  And lip skin gnawed apart in strip search fashion, Continue reading “*This Magic Moment*”

Lounge Wear

Exposed by Loungers present their hips for suicide. Typical Americana, lawn furniture  Censors flesh in stripes And organizes a sunburn  To trail where restrictions flourish. Different architecture disguises  Front of the house aspirations. Lawn gnomes posed in angry side-eye. Doormats covered with generic clever comments. Live. Laugh. And love. Belongs above the oven, For HellContinue reading “Lounge Wear”

Trash Bags forgotten at the Bus Stop

1. The Bereaved were outfitted In their standard black costumes and stood before the soldiers  Who bordered the Officer’s casket in Red, White & Blue.  A hot mic captured the priest, presiding over the funeral, Take a drink from his water bottle and announce, “BLECH! That tastes like it came from the tap.”   The soldiersContinue reading “Trash Bags forgotten at the Bus Stop”

Re-dux: Savior Complex

Ajax compensated for his loneliness by posturing his lips to Ohm in silence.  Boredom enticed him to lapp his tongue and taste the bourbon smell  emitting from his voice.  Ohm. He began, simplified his thoughts and transcribed them to a social media post. Establishing Ajax’s intoxication.  Roll on Snare. Illuminate the laughter sign.  Life becomesContinue reading “Re-dux: Savior Complex”