(Counting down until the end of time) We meet out on the street To seek our inner darkness Your scent of tangerine Mixed with hot, burning wires Under the TV sky Gripping your hand so tight Fingertips touch through rubber Mouth so dry with fright Green light glints off your visor Breath fogged until it’s white The pounding of the...Learn More

An old car sits by the rail A floor mat sticks from the parts that I dropped Okay, now that I fixed you Paid for your motor Now shouldn’t you start? And if you breathe, I can feel it And if you breathe, I can feel all your waves And if you breathe, I can feel it And if it breathes you can kill all the way Your gaskets appear to be dripping Iffy...Learn More