Those silver cans ofgovernment meat, seton the table with a redand white checkeredtablecloth.An old yellow light hungon a chain illuminatingthe can of meat.It tasted like flavorlessgum.It seemed like a mish-mashof byproducts that no oneelse wanted.Mom always tried to makea...

Never try to knowwhat the eyes don't saythe air stopsthe hands pretendbut never tryguessing what the eyesdo not say...

How thenam I to mention theprocess of molting withoutelaborating my own desecrationwithout describing the evaporationof my divine inner plumageinside this stillwaterstorm of sunshinethe truth of light banishesmy bright gleaming feathersbeneath the blaze of her warm summer raysmy decimated colors...

Funny how shewadedinto every singled daytill the pinking sun did setCarrying in her ruckthings she gave a fuckaboutor was too scared to leaveA dozen eggs' shellsto spread before her feetthat one special dancestill left undancedA folded list of faded...

A homeless man in New York found a manhole in Brooklyn that was just out of the way enough to offer him some privacy, so he routinely used it as a toilet. One day he lost his balance and...