last
night’s
distant howling follows me...
a column of smoke
dark clouds gathering
a man sets himself on fire
outside the bank
noonday sun
a wooden cross burning
in his front yard
new scar on his neck
her eyes cut my question
into small talk
autumn rains
beat on the window pane...
a leg twitching
shattered harvest moon...
a James Bond car nosedives
into the lake
a boat's siren
blowing far out to sea—
watch on the sand
changing
the blade of my razor
... her baby-like skin
a bag of cherries
crushed on the dirt road
... red shoes
the twigs snap—
a silhouette
motionless
washing an apple
over and over and again...
leaden sky
he mutters
I am the son of God...
moonlit barred windows
distant sirens...
she can't stop laughing
by his body
playground laughter...
in a restroom stall
a baby left
blood on the wall
the stench of cheap perfume
lingering…
she slits her wrist
lying down in a warm bath...
hazy winter moon
bedroom mirror
again, I see the face
in The Scream
