3 a.m. rainstorm quiet
bad cut shirt
coffee cup liquor handle broke
window silence alley out
slow tree sway
late dinner gas
sleep
a missed connection

night of nothing done
three hours
internet etc
ok. so.
maybe two

On The Table / Out To Sea

a lake of bleach
rising up
before collapsing
sinking in
saturating the soil
purposeful
so that we could watch
a wither
and die
with set up camp
of blankets
take-out chinese
the world outside
buried in ice
front row seats
for inevitable demise
with ashtrays filling
and whiskey
self drinking
realization
sunk in sinking
no coming back
from this
the end
clocks frozen
changing leaves
gone
only a knowing
it was time
a floating out
and to sea
of sleep
to drift ashore
onto sands
of awake
imperceptible change
no change at all
a floating back
to sea
of sleep
to drift ashore
back to sea
no change at all
with morning light
we awoke
shipwrecked
to green gone brown
the proof
sunken collapsing
of our own actions
to this
the withered
and died