A crate of records
gathers dust in the basement.
So much for the past.

Rainy afternoons
wash all the warmth from the world
before the sun sets.

The black desks you want…
…we are out of stock, but, um…
…come back in a week?

Did you say, “prawn shop?”
No? You said, “pawn shop?” Then, no.
I do not approve.

Sitting in traffic
waiting for the cars to move
drains my energy.

Haul away the books.
Now, haul away the bookshelves.
Now, the employees.

See that one-way sign?
It is not a suggestion.
It means what it says.

Where are you going?
The Sox are only down twelve.
They can still win this!

This bar promises
the best burger in the state…
…worth a try, I guess.

No football for me.
This sad anniversary
conjures grief, not joy.