"A Poem About Elevators" by Jason Baldinger
He used to drop a Quaalude
when the boredom got too much
back when you could still find fucking Quaaludes
He’d walk around the city
look for the tallest buildings he could find
the ones with their heads in clouds
He would climb in the elevator
hit the button for the top floor
ride up while the blood and chemicals
floored him, no need to come down
"Taylor Street New Moon" by Jason Baldinger
arms around the new moon
her eyes the night
street lights hum
we dance sidewalks
maybe more a sway
spin and dip
almost as close as concrete
then a kiss
tonight, if we sleep
it will be dreamless