It began as just a way to get attention.
To bury oneself in shock and awe.
To finally stand out amongst the crowd of down gazers,
noses plugged into whatever is happening
anywhere but here.
But your little stunt snapped them into the present.
Like a tiny lightbulb flash.
Making them have to actually come face-to-face with
what they…[Read more]
High up in the dusty attic.
Flaps weaved shut.
Below the layers of newspaper clips from a better time.
The final recording of his voice, his radio show,
He worked his whole life to make them.
Call it a feebile attempt to try an make something, anything, that could out last time.
But a generation later,
it is but a…[Read more]
They crawl across the dark living room wall,
as if to be a gentle, almost ghostly warning shot
that the hard conversation,
the one that can’t be avoided,
is about to explode
as soon as he parks.
The only thing standing in the way
is a sullen walk up the driveway.
the men run in
behind each other
like a twisted
game of follow the leader.
they inch down the floor
the bouncing ball sound
just a bit off
beat with the patter of their feet.
the same uniform,
like the threads of a persian rug
only halfway made.
a sea of bodies
pulsed up and down the concourse,
moving in every direction like fire ants
ready to strike.
Food courts and gifts shops
and bars and walkways,
all lined with people on a mission;
people temporarily stranded in this
that’s what was visible,
the moment he opened his eyes.
his face was one the red, rocky soil.
his spaceman visor, shattered.
he was surprised he could breathe
and that he was still alive.
But wasn’t surprised he was
the only man for millions of miles.
where is everyone?
the invitation said 6pm,
so i get here at 6
Nothing but an empty warehouse.
a single chair.
And absolutely no one.
Maybe I have the wrong address?
Maybe I imagined there was a party?
Maybe I was lost
in a bucket of hope?
Hoping I had real friends.
allow yourself to believe,
to think that things can happen,
to wonder if maybe, just once
things can work out in your favor.
it’s not that you can’t do it.
Nor that you don’t want to.
it’s that you can if you just put your mind to it.
that things are actually possible.
he strolled in,
all around were people
but he persisted,
weaving through the mass
he step right to the artist
who, herself was a little loss in
the drone of the excitement.
And he said with little hesitation,
i’ll take it.