1. A camera catches an act of theft. A hand slides into a purse. A purse is held under a slot machine. Someone wants a machine to protect commercial interests. Someone lies frozen on the couch during a commercial. Frozen hope leads to lapsed expectations. Lapsed logic gets lost in a file. A lost voice won’t return. The senator is screaming about the return of the steam engine. The street steams: we need antennae to find our hotel. Our ancient antennae are useless. We just stare at each other.
2. For details on corporate corruption we milk the book. For us, books are bricks, though some argue flames or wings. Under the wing of a 747 our house looks tiny. This house is full of anger over the point -count of antlers. The senator points to the birth rate as a sign of his decline. We aren’t convinced. Convinced our obsolete machines are suicidal, his followers push typewriters from bridges. The bridge buckles as an acrobat balances on a wire above an earthquake. During the ground-breaking, the senator kisses a constituent’s neck. We aren’t having fun.
Nathan Moore's work has appeared in elimae, Qarrtsiluni and a few other places. He lives in Columbus, Ohio, and can be found online at Exhaust Fumes and French Fries.