Past Please don’t come to haunt us, Past For we can’t look in your mirror Neither alone nor together Without losing our minds Please don’t taunt us with your evidence Or we’ll fall into your sad arms And lie with you forever Let us have our hope Let us have aspirations for the future Even … Continue reading →
Squeal off Fruitvale grocery bags blow sky glows from The Coliseum’s light sad sack city flat and broke streets filled with trash a sofa blocks a driveway burnt rubber in the orangey air corn meal between hands lard in grey plastic containers some one is keeping bees in the empty lot at the end of … Continue reading →
The Blue Hour 