the cobwebs.
staring blindly around the kitchen,
nothing seemed real,
nothing made sense.
late notices, disconnection notices,
eviction notice walls of paper
falling in.
children fighting over nothing,
or something, what the hell!
woman staring blankly at the tv.
she hadnt seen him in years.
invisible, untouchable, alone.
alone till it stank,
like dried vomit in the heat.
he couldnt remember, couldnt even
remember what or why or when.
and the hands on the clock
thundered and crawled.
he walked out the door
into the yard, staring at
the night sky, and winced.
putting the gun to his head
with one move he pulled
the trigger.
and a lone tree fell
in the darkness.
my wife’s tears fall like thunder
to an empty bowl
i have nothing to buy with,
nothing to trade, nowhere to beg,
and nothing to steal
the baby’s sick, there’s nothing
i can do except watch her die
in her momma’s nothing arms
hungry, and hopeless
nothing i can do.