nocturne: exit wounds

his wife upstairs with the boyssends hate through the floor in her sleepi am gathering all the things i have left behindon previous visits; soggy shoes an old coata purse with a smelly glass pipeif it be the last time let it be the bestthe snow has just begun to meltbut in the car thisContinue reading “nocturne: exit wounds”

reasons for leaving your senses

the hot wind of frustrationmeets the cold front of isolationa hurricane builds on the horizonit calls itself by your secret name evacuation plans torn by windfrom their sweaty handsthe small people on the shoregrip beach sand with their toes whatever it is that keeps themholding to a home that is already lostbravery or idiocy orContinue reading “reasons for leaving your senses”

autopsy

i’ve been gone from splitsville longenough that i forgot the mapit’s not like i’m a touristi practically live heredriving up main street you can’t get aroundthe mortuarywhere lo we shall take a scalpeland dissect the liferight out of whatever remained cut right to the hearttime of death: 18 months agohow did we not seehow didContinue reading “autopsy”