I inhabit the underside of a voice that no longer announces itself,in a space where time writes in letters of smokeand the walls revive old family shipwrecks. I am the one who searches for your motives among the broken glass,the...

Stench of stale beer and methamphetamine    sun pinching through a hole      in the middle of a superman beach towel covering the window    smell of urine on the sheets    turn the spigot--- no water from...

Gas Station CheeseburgersI like gas station cheeseburgers  those red hot burritos too  the sun coming to shine on my back yard  got a woodpecker and squirrel, they think they own the place  i suppose they probably do  like getting...

The Last StationSmoke stacks rise in the distance        we've been here before        scent of horror on the tip of my senses        railway cars filled with scorn        unclenched...