"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