zinc words & images

  • Feeling narrows

    there is a static that creeps in when the windows are fogged from the evening’s weeping roof. The rain and the wind scatter sad jewels across my vision like a broken necklace catching everyone’s eyes and o-shaped mouths. The beauty of my decay is apparent, my skin crawls, my eyes fill and I am rapt.

  • April 27

    Puddled city cast in twilight Nighthawks converge in the night, watching the gutter-pools speak of love so bleak. All night pharmacies with attendant sinners see refracted stoplight glimmer stopping them at the auto-door and causing them to wait a minute more. Wet residue, rainbow-hued, parking lot tarnish dropping globes do concrete varnish. Couples of the…