Online since August 2002

dreaming america

"I'm 35, a father, angry at a great many things, overeducated, underpaid, deeply in debt, one dead car in the driveway, just waiting for my neighbors to move. Recent work has appeared in DUFUS!, remark, Above Ground Testing and 63channels. Recent collections include "Enemy," a chapbook from PinkAnarchkittyPress.com; "Silence in the House of Truths," an e-chapbook available at Tamafyhr Mountain Poetry; and "Human Cathedrals," a tasty little full-length collection of angst and bile available from Ravenna Press."

the streets all smeared white on
sunday morning
and the sunlight without end

the names of the dead
written down then forgotten

what they sound like is silence

like human bones falling
from the sky

the shadows they cast on
empty fields

bare trees rising up
out of black water on the
edges of all the worthless towns
i've ever lived in

all of the people i've left behind

the ones i've
been left behind by

and what our words
eventually form are maps
but none of the missing are found
and none of the beaten

and your sister finds
a new lover

forgets the
names of her children

their faces

mistakes desperation for love

nothing any of us haven't
done at some point

Published November 2005


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