pay day means a trip to the bank and a trip to the diner for some eggs. sitting in the corner booth over a greasy plate with rye toast, bacon, home fries and a cup of coffee, it is important to try to eat slowly. with no one to talk to all there is toContinue reading “over easy”
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strong arm lack of arm strength into the residual slump of solitude blues resting with snap dragons and dandelions biding time ’til blossoming the big albino child dead in the water since replaced by a dozen normal flesh toned adolescents hiding under the sheets before school hoping to wake up.
I cannot yet understand the way love builds the way love is the way it hurt to walk ten feet to type this, opposite of the joy with which my folks take photos of themselves smiling, by the lighthouse, at dusk. The way someone forces you to build yourself, the way someone forces you toContinue reading “Sanguine Daydream”
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”
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.
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,Continue reading “Thieves”
Leka Moso (Until Next Time)
Drunk-drove my new motorcycle and ran over a tombstone while hot-dogging through the abandoned cemetery. The next morning I returned to fix the toppled piece of marble, the word ‘INFANT’ carved deep, only to find an old man sitting in a lawn chair tuning a guitar, surrounded by graves and cornfields, house wren singing, cicadasContinue reading “Leka Moso (Until Next Time)”
Dizzy Star Fading
Fat as a lizard I could do this all day, basking on a warm rock, welcoming sun… But at some point I should probably go to the store for more soap and maybe blueberries, some flowers for the window. I have been seeking four leaves in the wrong beds of clover. I am the zebra,Continue reading “Dizzy Star Fading”