Laundry Mat

At the laundry mat, I watched a black guy punch a white guy in the head. I wanted to intervene but who am I to interfere in the affairs of others? Instead I glanced out the window as he hit the ground. Blood already erupting from the split flesh of his skull. There were two …

Tightness

I slip inside two in a sitting, and feel the tightness engulf me touch me in all the right places. Conforming to my flesh and encasing me entirely. I like it best before they are worn out, before they cannot grip like fresh ones. I need them tight and untouched fresh from the drawer I …

The Train

The train called to him. As it sped by, it seemed    to invite his company. It’s metal boxes and    grinding wheels. It had an origin    and a destination. There was substance    to this locomotive, traveling    a well worn path. It stretched for miles    but it traveled its    journey in solitude. He ached to be this …

Time

Tuesday tries tenaciously to take trips to Thursday but today triumphantly tackles the transportation of time. Taking tomorrow’s trials to task, the tender tick- tocking turns toward tragedy.

Frigid

Four walls       built of cinder blocks Two       windows             set high into those walls God damn cold air blowing curtains all hours of the day bringing the dampness making my clothes damp, my papers damp, it blows constantly there is no                         escaping                                     it.

Do Not Disturb

I watched out of the corner of my eye, I watched a spider c     r     a     w     l      across the acoustic ceiling above my bed. It was there,           just to the                side of my vision. It moved in brief flashes, always frozen when my head moved. I looked up as it looked down. It, reflected twice.           Me, eight times. …

Passing me by

I want to meet a younger me, pass me in a crowd maybe, or see me across a busy street. Young me, watching the people and cars passing by, distracted by a honking horn, eyes squinting in the bright sun. I want to yell, “hello” to me, but stop, because hello isn’t really what I …