August 7, 2009

lost angels

it's the inbetweenies,
the whats and thoses.
lost POWs in this desperate city
shopping carts are tanks
PBR cans vs. Charles Shaw
sound like

it hurts.

i just want to go home.
but home is full of traffic lights,
too loud
voices form words smothered in sentences
i choke.
underwater earsache,

i cling to

a girl washing dishes
in flat, white shoes.