"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