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I tore my mind on a jagged sky

My washing machine is broken again, it isn’t draining again. And then I’m at a McDonald’s eating again. When a man with a gun and a list comes through and shoots the woman in front of me. He pushes the hot gun against my head. And for a brief moment, I feel fear. But then […]

Under the waning moon

Heading east on 70 at three in the morning. Between Junction and Abilene. Red and blue lights. On both sides. Troopers and an ambulance. Nobody in a hurry. A white SUV in the median. A white body bag next to it. Loaded. Heading east on 70 at three in the morning. I thought I would […]

Thanksgiving Bondsteel

I saw a friend there. From McClellan. We staged the trucks Machine guns And bullets. We rode out hungry and cold. Muddy roads and snow.

Suffering

The problem with life is you think it should have meaning. So you grow up and work hard to get into college, to get a job, to get married, to have babies to have meaning. But the thing is, there is no meaning. They buried their dead in tombs of stone because they believed we […]

Lackland

I was once trapped in a room with a navy wannabe who wanted to know how I cleaned myself after shooting a motherfucker. I kept quiet. And he went away with noise and anger. I have been hit. I have been bitten. But always I have never.

Tenderloin

For so long I have wanted peace. In the green hills of Washington covered by weeping trees. I walk amongst them confessing my sins. They listen they do not forgive.

Retreat

And then we missed retreat. While stacking footlockers And breaking in. Because the babies were up And housing wouldn’t be in until Reveille.

Song of the diesel radio

He’s losing his teeth one by one. And then all at once.

Topeka

A woman lives in this park at the edge of town. She screams at the trees. She eats at the mission. She charges her phone at the library. She steals vodka from the liquor store. And at night she fights sleep, terrified of her dreams.

Fuel in the water, ice on the lines

Miles and miles of turbines day and night harvesting the wind tearing at the sky. All these towns now filled with ghosts but the lights must stay on until the bitter end.