Game ____ Match

Game ____ Match

Sunset sets conceptually. Daydeath dawns. Decay writ large, writ regular, routine withering in the way we end the day. Stop connoting soft death under constructed beauty: lithe ghosts that float over fields of miribilis jalapa, four o’clock flowers that flex out sweet sweat and hold the night in thrall. Make it explicit: we blink, dark […]

364-58

364-58

364-58 The sky has called in sick. The clouds (grey) hesitate. Watch: they float, crawl, dawdle. Nearly as many NOs as DAYs.

Older

Older

He milks the weeds of his home-town and pours the bitter broth in a ceramic bowl, drop by drop , like harvesting syrup, that slow serenade of nearly-not-a-liquid, from the forests that spring up out of composting teddybears and trendy teen magazines ’bout music. His mind is a confetti of neon wristbands– concerts, clubs, conventions–and […]

Headache

Headache

Athena, long-limbed and armor-clad, is curled up in the gashapon of my skull– kicking, unborn babe, I can feel her toes , the bone cracking (mine, not hers (her muscles are mightier ; mine shred and quiver me; I am the dragon-roar of her aegis; my face is laden with the bent brow of her […]

become furniture

become furniture

Coat hangers dissolve       as the years pass and no one recalls      where to hang their hats.

an other

an other

Whistling down the alleyway on a Tuesday afternoon while the rain is pouring down –loose notes without a tune. He wears a shadow ‘cross his eyes , his jacket’s made of sleep, and in each pocket jostling are heaps of tasty treats. Not candies; no, no lollypops, no sugar-laden fare, but songs and words and […]

Platypus Jowls

Platypus Jowls

Platypus jowls : next time someone yells out in frustration and I’m around, “Platypus jowls.” I’ll say it, is what I mean, as a defense mechanism, not for me but for society (so grand, so grand); just blurt out “Platypus jowls,” and then they’ll look at me, bemused, and I’ll just be there in my […]

Limoorick (HAH! Get it?)

Limoorick (HAH! Get it?)

There once were some cows eating grass and their stomachs produced lots of gas. Now, believe it or not, the planet’s real hot and I don’t think that we’re gonna last.

Sickness and Sweets

Sickness and Sweets

Last night, sick and in want of candy –in want of candy knowing nothing would make me sicker than a sampling of sweets– I came to the realization that the number of M&Ms I’ve eaten , in my life, up to this point, is greater than the number of years I can ever hope to […]

Sick Deal

Sick Deal

I’m miserably scribbling at my desk feeling rather ill, if the devil’d do my work I think I’d take that deal. I don’t care the price I’d pay– ironic twists? Fine. Sure. Just do it soon before I spew: this laptop’s not insured.