flags
the kings are all in hiding
behind the glass parapet
concealing dirty hands
behind all their backs
a hungry parking lot
where i had forgotten how to work
the crack lines told me secrets
no kings had never shared
the flags have all been flailing
their colors in disarray
shrouding everybody
in a cloud of their decay
the flags have all been failing
their colors in disarray
shrouding everybody
in a cloud of their decay
2 am
abandoned city street
flags
broken streetlamp serenade
the names of things and other such thoughts

interviews
CHYZ Interview (English Translation)

rusty string
the wires from my broken record player
fake plastic guns
oh, sweet consequence
and all of us, as well
painting over it did no good / solitary bird
nursing 500 broken fingers

the roots, the leaves
intimidated by silence
asleep on a train
the birds in your chest
the sun always sets
drop ceilings and day planners
some lonesome street corner
dead telephone
i know someone who can't recognize
