Back to Tyler Clay's Artist PageTo the Artist's Page               Back to the Unlikely Stories home pageTo our home page
MyTo Tyler Clay's previous piece     Somewhere a Boy Throws a StoneTo Tyler Clay's next piece

Outside, the dark clouds move slowly

A commercial ends
A million toilets flush
At once

Everything is supposed to
Be silent--except for birds--
Because nobody is really
In a city
Everyone is an alibi

At home, the dust holds
The forgotten morning

The carpet is red
Smells like church

Down the hall
A janitor steps on
Yesterday's piece of gum

And outside the snapping
Of millions in fortune cookies.

To the top of this pageTo the top of this page