Pairs

Not everyone’s dream is to ride off into the sunset. Wind down Sunset to Park where people ride off center by echoing haunts off little strips. Sounds change around life’s grit. Little time to sit and be still while charges confront the acquittal. As the pie widens the slices are one-by-one oozing onto your eyes like Hostess. The ads bleed out across the world and question who’s really living. The images are almost perfect, flattened and ironed out when the call of duty reaches the scale and scope.

Citizens Same as a pair, huddle through the chilly night at their cherry post. One rests over the other on the lower level. Their clothes are folded and creased to form shadows of momentary peace. There’s no more room on the snack size bench because the candy of the eye gets a better wrapping in the shared space. A first person shooter either sees the people or the packaging. Living hope picks one over the other.