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Belmont Beach

A white truck waits on gravelunder orange streetlightwhile a black dog licksthe moon reflected insome little stream,and insects screamrejoicing in the heat. Muddy footprintslead to water downwhere fish bitealmost anythingand throttles echooutward fromthe gaps betweenthe dying trees,now faded green. Bullfrogs call for loverswhile white moths climbover tree bark too afraidto fly all caught upin…

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Mend

The weeds wave so politely at me,sunglasses between my eyes,and them and this whole landscapewe remain in for the moment now.She shakes me awake in the red lightof the morning and I start my old carunder gray moon and a dark bluestretch of sky. The world uses me correctlythese last few monthskeeping me far outin some brown fieldconnecting wire fencesknocked down by the windtogether again. I see…

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Melancholy Music

The wild guyat the end of the blockspent his life savings assemblinga massive pipe organinto the fabric of his home. It looked like crystalline steelwith stone around it like the insideof a cave, and boy it played.It rang out over miles of suburbanland and sometimes evenedges of the city. Everyone turned on him,and his melancholy music,getting greater authority involvedeach time he refusedto…

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The Real Thing

We drive over the lusterof old accidentsavoiding all the sharp partsif we can.The fire in her feels likenew leather on my finger tips.The fire in me chills her likea frosted glass aroundgold beer almostdimmer than the bar. Stain glass cathedralwindows draw her eyesfrom where our windowopens letting windrush in and makeall kind of noise. She likes it betterthan the fake stufffrom the worn out…

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One For Free

A tree grows aloneand dangles its branchesover a pond.This scene existsin every earthly cornerbut all this lonesomebark cannot collectsomewhereinto a forest of its own. It wouldn’t want toif it could. The sunlightand the simple shoregive up everythingthey have to itfor free. It’s also whereshe likes to readafter walking overwith her stack of books,she alternates between.When the light…

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Bottle Rain

Duct tape on a fridge handlekeeps it hanging on for ages.File cabinets full of people’s namesshake and whisperwhen there’s nobody around. A string of towns, all no morethan eight miles apart,exchange flesh and bloodbetween them and itsustains them throughthe decades into centuries. No more nights out in the numbinglights and bottle rain,those days will not appear again.I will nail the letters I…

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To Argue With A Block Of Stone

The alley goes on foreverall beaten up betweenthe disconnected shedsand knee high grass.The people here situseless now encasedin some new statuelike malaise.Human hands just slowthings down and bleedtoo easy on the rougherparts of whateversculpture we flashcredit cards to pay for.The silver chainaround her neck getscold after some timeunder the spinning fan.The lights buzz untilthey turn off by…

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Visiting The Other Side

We carved boats out of dead treesand cooked our food on the endsof heavy knives.It took two thousand years but wemade it here to shake and tremblein the silence of this empty house. Others watch a power linetorn in last week’s stormsway like empty gallowsby the roadside. Little towns pass aroundbaskets of pepperswhispering abouthow trees clusterso perfectlyon the distant hill. Black metal…

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Consensus

A girl scrolls on her phonein her dark roomand doesn’t sleep at all.The next day at schoolconsists of making the oppositeof eye contact with anyoneand everyone. I point this out not to sayit should be different.The water markon the concrete stairsleading down to the streampresents a shadowof a flood. The last straw in a man’s lifebreaks as he landspunch after punchinto the face of somestranger,…

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Lifelong

Walk a while downthe dusted streetwhere boys and menunload furniturefrom trucks withoutthe slightest shade.The alleys wheregrandmothers pour outcold coffee from their windowswithout warning.Pool halls where the lifelongpace for nights without a dreamand put it all downon some simple shotsand miss. The community poolswhere teenagers wear redand pull blue childrenfrom blue waterand breathe life…

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Out Of Here

The take outin its lantern likebox cools down too fastand tastes wrong,but we eat it. She kills fliesone after the otherwith a red swattercrushing themagainst the yellow wall. A car drives into a hydrantflooding the yardand street and the soundsoutside become sirenswailing in the sun. A baseball cracksoff a wooden batand careens offto the outfieldwhere it is caughtby some young girlplaying in…

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Fast

Money printed blue fadesuntil it matchesall the rest of it.Burnt leaves swirlin the birdbathcracked almost in halfbut holding water. Thirty something year old mentake their cars apartand put them back together.All hours of the night ringwith terriers fightingover dead ratsin the muddy yard. Boys pick up girlson their bikesand they go offto sample bright starsof the night.Mothers light candlesin…

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Last Line Of Defense

The crowd waits in the humidityfor the night to start and thingsto brighten up again.A boy and girl become the last awakein the abandoned houseand sit with their backs against the wallamidst a strobe light.They show each other knivesthey carry as a last line of defenseout in those sagging streetsthat drift apart like ice sheetsin the ocean.They move the board blockingthe window and walk around…

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River Valley

In this valley where the oldall live like teenagers.Their curfews breakand law comes downlike cold hail.Bats swarm togetherlike a moving cloudand yell their waybetween dead trees. In this valley the wintersmelt off slowly into rain.The grass sways like watchingelders in the erratic breeze.The trees birth only poison fruitsthat look almost just as appetizing.Fights end only at the pointof…

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Roundabout

Guitar strings in a coilon the table by a stack of booksleaning crooked overempty plates and coffee mugs.I promise not to move anything.I step into a loose pile of clothes. A framed painting of the cityhangs in momentary shadeacross the eggshell wallthat doesn’t keepour secrets from appearingto the neighbors,who do not give a shit at all. Outside cars held togetherwith staples rattle whilethey…

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Justified And Fair

No one knows where you areso you infest your lungswith sweetened smokeand walk from storeto crappy storeuntil even the crowdedsidewalk can’t keepup with you. Tiny belts around each thighsome metal rings above your eyeand another hanging looselyfrom your nose.You take a break against a walland while diagonal from your shadowyou imagine feeling recoilfrom a rocket launcher. You’ve never lashed…

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Flash

Green light through a glass doorglows in pulses with a humming soundunwelcome here.Marble eyed avian shadowssoothe the branches of the dying treewith the caress of their old feetwrapping around them.The neighbors moanlike ghosts in sleepand traffic from the distant roadspreads light acrossthe corners of the ceiling.Mad dogs run their fleshagainst the asphalthowling deep intothe dark.A mad man…