the dank soil tightened
scent of relief after rain
sunset burned like sighs
in time the gray sky turns blue
so do the streaks in their eyes

lads water her mind
"You look so gorgeous today"
but she's done with scripts
she tests those eyes if they stay
when trivial beauty is stripped

escalator
up
down

talking to itself, the mall

- abandoned

dirt water
of the immortal
fountain

stopped
flowing

wobbling
- thinking,

passers-by feel cold
icy grass shivers

infected creek's
colorless veins

- the frost,

stopped
being.

When everything is clean
and in it's right place
I always think I'll feel...
content,
ready to
live my life
fuller,
happier.

But all
I ever
want to do,
is replace
what I threw
away.
To fill
the empty space.

And it's meaningless.
It's all meaningless

one must say, "I'm set"
for the noblest human role
of bearing a child
it is not just a fruit of
those nights we lack conviction

we are the dunes formed
by prevailing desert winds
of people and time

my head is in throbs
induced by the drink called 'her'
the ceiling stares back
the morning sun's painful smile
patches the hole for a while

"Dad, fix the window!"
kids gathered to watch his craft:
woodwork cracked nail bent
he never tried to know much
but that fed them and paid rent