anomalies in the nuclear degree;

anomalies in the nuclear degree

a bomb went off in the alleyway today…

and from my office window I could almost smell

the ashes from flicked cigarettes

rising on nuclear wind and defying gravity.

waves bounced off reflective window

walls, projecting dystopic reality

like Midge’s parlor walls, glitching.

while fire consumed alleyway trash, a mirage

tucked the heated streets in tight and momentarily

Babylon’s tower stood tall.

but the longer I stared, the faster the blacktop melted

like quicksand. consuming floor after floor

until I was street level with the destruction

Bus Fare Perspective

Stepping onto the same “route 21” bus I rode most afternoons,

I noticed that the heater wasn’t working that winter evening.  

I was freezing, but my home was warm and getting closer with each stop.

Trying to ease my mind off the numbing cold, and the hour still to go,

I rest my forehead against vibrating window glass.

It was hard to look past the glare of city lights or

the fog of warm breath

but life bleeds through its filters and forced me to watch.

I saw the bundled-up “bums”

holding cigarettes in their ripped gloves.

They huddled up, sharing heat and cold symptoms

and their 5 o’clock crack pipe wisdom.

Suddenly the bus didn’t seem so cold.

I found warmth in warmth assured

while watching a lady jump headfirst into the dumpster,

chasing comfort like it was a high school fever dream.

Except prom queens and football teams just don’t seem important

when bad moods are a given

and popularity is an afterthought 12 years and a recession in the making.

I am sweating through my sweater now.

A $2 fare burns like coal and the engines are overheating.

Rambling Man

“I’m rambling” says the rambling man.

“I’m happy” says the rambling man…

Happy rambler

Jolly rancher

Sweet.

Sweet syrup and sour colors.

Rainbow fun

Under sun coated rain clouds

Insanely happy.

Happily, insane.

Reach for the stars, sip on some rain

I’m rambling. I’m in pain.

Jolly Rancher teeth

Click and chip

Chips all in on black

Or red…

Eat my heart out,

Rambling man’s dead.

Photography CreditJason Rice