Burned and Pegged

A peice done regarding control.

Bound

Another in the series.

Fuckhole

This is work I have completed as part of a series.

The White Whale of Colfax

THE WHITE WHALE OF COLFAX



The great glowing and awkward box,

skimming the streets like a clumsy whale,

the vulcanized rubber of the tires,

making out with the curbside,

its gates opening and flooding the sidewalk with fluorescent light.

The light washes over my face,

swallowing me,

pulling me into its belly.

Heavy eyes greet me,

hinting at days of rickety fatigue,

hanging on like dry wood shutters,

rusting on ancient hinges.

I stare down the pathway,

seats like the great beast's rib cage

line the pathway to everyday stories

of men and women

broken like sandy skin and

eyes that reflect

the red and blue of the city’s pulse at night,

shiny like glass,

holding back a deluge of truth.

They hang, slumped in their sockets,

floating in a haze of swill and courage,

but for clarity and purpose.

A girl with vacant eyes,

pictures on her skin,

screaming in black and gray.

She sits, contrasting old wise eyes,

Shiny and tight,

they keep the smile wide.

“Be here, be now. Be here, be now,”

a distant mantra in my head.

I ring the bell,

the driver blazes past new cars

built for other lives

than most taking this ride.