Free Time - Nothin But Nice

The strangers around me, throwing their hands about. They stand in circles, losing shape. And while they throw away time, their hands all about in the air, I bend, and bend, and bend, until I am circle.

Peals - Blue Elvis

All the roads, they touch. 

John Roberts - Shoes

Then again silence fell, and then, night after night. And then again the blast of the colossal steamwhistle, a moan in my ear, then again silence fell and finished the whiskey. 

Feast of Violet - Taking Sides

We (the minnows and I) balance ourselves by the garden path.

Queens - Keep It

Is it good, is it bad? Is it right? Is it wrong? and so on. Her eyes go in and out the curves and shadows of the sitting fruit in the fruit bowl. 

Date Palms - Yuba Reprise

He drags himself through dawn, nerves taut as fiddle strings. His eyes meet his own, it is enough! It is enough! He thinks. 

PURE X - Thousand Year Old Child

All they do is talk, talk, talk, eat, eat, eat. While I fold my napkin into another bird, and add a line to my young forehead.

Ezra Buchla - Hail Nothing

There was a mystery about it. Horribly painful as often as not. And in absence, in the most unlikely places, it would open. As if a flower where a flower shouldn’t be by nature. And in its stem a sweet honey. And in its stem a sour vacancy. 

J. Collin - For the Road No.1

But I am too far away to come closer and too close to be far away. In between my ears, a static, uninterrupted ruckus, indulging in bleak consciousness.

Lee Noble - December

Time splits its husk. Undresses. Stands still. I stand with it, still. There is a sound we both hear. Or rather, a sound we both feel. Like the rustling of dry corn in a stubbled field. We must be cautious, before we are taken, with it and its wind, and carried off, consumed, becoming it.