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
swords.

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.