Submarine Bulk

The rocky channel divides the ocean unknown from protected shoreline, the passing boat will move through to open waters that may eventually run through mangroves, miles away, tall rooted above muddy water, home to amphibians and parasites, food for bugs and maybe fish, shitting back into water, water that moves somewhere deeper with the current,

Northern Lights

Brought the Bhavagad Gita on a weekend trip to the mountains but didn’t read a page, arguing about bullshit instead. Each night I experienced a lucid dream, one with three dimensional t-rexes reaching across my brothers bunk, one with a shadowed man, silhouetted, tapping on the window glass. During the day the dog swam for

Secrets

Graffiti on the bridge reads, “ADULTHOOD IN A NUTSHELL: The light inside has broken but I still work.” On the desk Mr. Potato head looks funny in his spectacles, so I laugh. Box fan on low, pointed in my general direction, secret bedroom door shining light from the cracks while boxsprings creak in rhythm; let

Young Again

All of the college girls are home for summer and I plan to impregnate them all to save us both from the circular conversations about backpacking in Europe and where to live and if grad school is a good idea and how to “just live” for a while. I plan to impregnate them all so

Regulars

In coffee shops everyone has their story: The schizophrenic, PJ, who lost years of his life to speed and psychedelics, in-and-out of mental institutions, where he was electrocuted on a regular basis, fed soup every day of the same variety, while working on his manuscript and ingesting cacti that led him to seeing ghosts in

Working On It

Squeezing the juice from the lime the scent that bleeds is magnificent, when every letter doubles to an illegible pace dripping words into a juice box that produces health in letters: B1, B2, D, AA, B7, Melatonin, dreams left unrendered of stockings and styrophoam planes, floating to freshly cut grass beside a tree line that

Rat Rod

Realized today that I now walk with a limp, left leg falling slightly behind, depending more on the right to move, to keep moving at all. My left shoulder is also ruined, unable to lift my arm above the shoulder unless, of course, emergency demands such an action to survive. Funny, then, that an old

Hush

Mermaid skeleton in a lawn chair playing the accordion, flower in her hair, bug zapper buzzing above the dirty porch, slow and deliberate dance to the moon, beckoning stars.

Protected: Independence Day

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Thieves

The probe marks on my neck darken, their purple outers fading to a lighter pink-orange pinhole, where alien creatures sucked my blood after midnight, altering the real memory with another, leaving behind only fragmants of reality, the rest open for reconsideration, flickering beside an overflowing candle. The whole right side of my face becomes numb,