I can picture the couple:
Fat from a good long life
Resting against an empty stone waterfall
Architects of space, mythological pillars
Lorem ipsum generated
Placeholders for their former selves.

I can picture the picture:
From the silent shutter
To the laughter after Railroad Earth;
Their sweaty misery in the heat of May
Boiling by a river so well-traveled
You wouldn’t dare take a swim.

Blue clouds: dirty evidence
Tucked away in baggy cargo shorts
What’s the net worth of a hyperbole?
Nine hundred and ninety-nine words
For one young voyeur was sharp enough
To click Save As, but not enough to Export. 

A bad cast salvaged: out of the weeds
and into the large mouth underwater

running towards the forbidden surface
to the New World by the cold oubliette

this conference call is now recording
you are now free to catch and release. 

My heart is a fountain of unopened fortune cookies, lucky number: 7-11.

My heart the old dirty reliable gas station: fill her up with regular. Cash.

I’ve seen my death 10,613 times. It starts with me waiting for the blackest, muddiest cup of coffee to settle. And it ends the very same way.

I’m writing again. Let’s see. Where should we go?

Tada

Come dressed, no one will know

It was just a game that tasted like aspirin

The quarter a magician gave hiding

After school behind the auditorium

A once loved love murmurs:

I never heard you breathe that way.

The modern American life is beautifully sad and weird! You live hard, but truly don’t understand the splendor of life until a third of it is gone.

I have something that I want to tell you, but
There is not any good way to start.

Perhaps because the meat of it is boring
And the end is by far the best part.

What I’m looking for is a bit of a prologue
To pad my way to the next first page.

By now–if you made it this far–you should see me
With my back turned away from the stage.

I’m not going anywhere special, just outside
For a walk and a breath of fresh air.

The night is early, very nice and peaceful
Even the crickets haven’t much to care.

I hope you know I mean it:
There really isn’t any good way to start.

But that’s why I’m headed where I’m headed
To better serve myself: warm and a la carte.

Her wedding dress is racist
Wage war against wages

I get off at Ashland–
Perfect for people with psoriasis

I’m coming to you, my little turnstile
Open your stainless arms for me