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; letContinue reading “Secrets”

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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 soContinue reading “Young Again”

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 inContinue reading “Regulars”

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 thatContinue reading “Working On It”

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 oldContinue reading “Rat Rod”

Catch, Kill, Repeat

After driving a new lady home and fucking her in the driveway where her husband and eight-year-old slept inside, after hearing horror stories of depression and eating disorders, I drove home lonely wondering why lilies open and close and why flies only live for a day or two and why sleeping with your feet pointingContinue reading “Catch, Kill, Repeat”

Wise Old Winston

Cut the hip-hop beats and the pop-synth soundwaves now we exist in silence, finally. Somewhere along the way we decided to chase this path and to remain focused on sunsets next to the stage. I went to my dirty porch at 5AM to watch sunrise only to discover a cat, sleeping. I petted him andContinue reading “Wise Old Winston”

Once Before, Now Again

After hours of picking flowers with bloodied hands, only two roses remained, now resting bedside in a jar full of water. One faded pink, one white, dying in the water. They look nice sitting there, in the water, which holds tight as long as possible. But soon water will become trivial and their beauty willContinue reading “Once Before, Now Again”