Jake's Flea Market

it never comes out the way it went in


  • when the air in the jungles of generic

    when the air in the jungles of genericafrica was like waterthe spirit of something that wanteda language to tell itselfsomethingwanted the invention of an instrument to writewhat it wanted to tell itself so it wouldn’tforgetgotdown on hands and knees at the edgeof the air that flowed in a creek and inhaleda drink that filledthe glass…

  • westbound

    westboundthe prairies are the front of the carwheatfieldsand beyond the wheatfields grasslands growup out of the upsloped land and cover the hoodhalfway up the grasslands the foothills riseand fall where the hood buckleswhere the foothills collideinto the horizon the mountains are mangled where the front of the car crumpleswhere the snow veinsup the sides of…

  • so there’s these eyes right

    so there’s these eyes rightblue eyesand brown eyes and grey eyes andthere’s green eyes they look in through the windshieldbut you keep quiet in the shadows behind the pulse of the engine that drivesthe van likefrom between the seats in front rightmom’s in the driver’s seat she’sgot her hands on the steering wheeland she talks…

  • you don’t care

    you don’t carethat the sky will never again risenor descendthat while the sun will never again begin to climbfrom the base of the mountain upthat slope that facesthis way the moon willnever again falldown the other sideit doesn’t matterto you if today the sky beginsto stopif today the sun and the moon beginto standdistant flashlights…

  • roadboys

    roadboysby the false dawn timed by your headlightsyou’ll see the white distress of their thumbspull over and stop for themthey’ll watch the opening of the passenger doorthe spilling out of an offer of lightthey’ll wonder why you stopped for themyour brake lights will crestthe waves of their tears with clear redshine on their faceslike the…

  • someone anyone

    someone anyone look where the baby’s ati know the neighbor wantssomeone to like her too and you can pitchyourself to her like a used car later you can pitch yourself like a vacuum cleaner like a set of pots and pans but notright nowdidn’t anyone hear that first sound like a thunderrumble in the far…

  • the hour that lethbridge was

    the hour that lethbridge wasthen was an hour half of what the city now isan hour more sparsely constructed populatedan hour that was one of many in the province of the hour of albertain which a few hours werebigger like the hours of calgary edmontonbut all were like the smaller hours that wererooms in the…

  • with this hand i reached

    with this hand i reachedout the window and releasedthe raven who flew and foundcarcasses afloatupon the apocalypse of flood and fedand never returnedand with this same hand i reached out the same window and releasedthree times released the dove who flew and foundnothing and returnedflew and found an olive leaf and returnedflew and found an…

  • and we lay down in almost heaven

    and we lay down in almost heavenand we lay down on the grass the longlush grass of europemoved our legs leftleg like this to the left rightleg like this to the right andmoved them back againswungour arms from our sides like thisup over our heads and moved them back againwe lay down in the shapes…

  • snowflakes

    snowflakesthey fall most white in the darkest hourfootstepsthey ring loudest in the most silent momentthe street is desertedmovement is most noticed when nothing movesthere’s a car comingit’s been driven around the block all nightit’s been driven around the block for a thousand nightsthe driverdrives in all directionsdrives between shrines of devotiondrives in the circling and…