The rain stops hinting

and takes it outside

to make good on its threats

and the slick streets shout out again

swinging light around like drunk fists


Hey, look at that! I’m late posting polls again. What a surprise! You know us artist-types. Just so unreliable… 😉


Bar balance


Five blondes with starter waddles illuminated
by the pale blue of smartphones
eating nachos they will pay someone
to vacuum off their thighs later
don’t tip the native
with the silkvelvet voice
and complicated guitar lilts in the corner
who doesn’t make in a year
what they’ve collectively spent on shoes
in that same span of time
Yet everyone acts as if this is normal
and it is