March 2012
18 posts
I ate your flowers, yes, I ate them just before I chewed up your socks and slobbered on your face, yes, I put the dead bird in your shoe, yes, I licked all the toilet paper, yes, I barked all night at the racoons for you, yes, yes, yes, do you love me this much too?
There must be more: if I can just shut up the nonstop parade of thoughts for maybe one minute and hold on to some made up image of real happiness, just for one whole minute, before the image starts to bubble and froth and white out and dissipate and suddenly shift to the memory of my high school French teacher’s sides, the way they curved and made space for my curious and warm stare, and the...
2008 - : They shoved our house in a champagne bubble and you and I did nothing. Our elastic dreams yolked to the butt of the sphere rising to our terminus at the very tip of the overflowing flûte. What can we say is the noise after the very top? After the burst and the initial surprise, the low hung murmur of the coming of the long day, the slow recovery, the snapping back from the stretch of...
Language will not save you.
The song of oil is my song But I doubt I could sing As much as I’ve heard The treble clash and the random shots What really was the pretty purr before? It might be the drive out east To the great canyons and woods Out from the sprawling belly Taking me out to where the bones Of the ants Of the buffalo Of the bigger beasts from before. Rocket me to the moon even The nights glow of L.A....
Simulacrum Quiz
Q1. Does a lack of caring make me less like a human? Chaise L. drinks a colorful mix of pills and locks the bathroom door and falls asleep with a bottle of Jami. His sister, Rorsch, arrives home and tries the bathroom door to find it locked. In a moment of intuition she kicks just below the doorknob and the door bursts open. She drags Chaise’s big body out of the bathroom...
Sympathetic Symmetry in One Sentence
How unlucky it was to be the football thrown by Josh M. on April 23rd of 2005 because this ball traveled thirty feet before striking the head of Jane Y. who in the previous day had developed the first few of many cancerous cells that would divide, spread, grow at such an uncontrolled rate that she will be in the hospital on December 1st of 2006 saying her...
Have you ever tried to tell someone the real real truth about yourself and you start off alright but in the middle of the explanation about why you drove out three hours east out some stretch of highway with no destination and no reason but this desperate feeling making you slouch into the steering wheel and somewhere about the point where you’re trying to describe how you wanted to look...
The father had missed it: the second weekend his son had visited the sandpark and he grasped for a red shovel next to him only to learn by a fist to the stomach from a bigger boy that all things of this world belonged to someone and not everything was his and as he laid in the sand feeling a swelling feeling inside of his stomach as if he had swallowed a cold stone and his eyes watered and the...
February 2012
17 posts
Today, I want to kill and love myself both. I want to do everything and I want to lie in my bed. I don’t want this day to end and I don’t want this day to start. I feel frantic in some dream’s depression: a slow glossy wave like a billion brilliant little neon feathers quickly vibrating between the smallest distances perceivable. What are they whispering? Why am I made to this...
Dear D., Why It Wasn’t Cheating:
There was a single perfect orange pulp dangling from the upper tip of her lips just to the center of one side and it is at this exact moment when the recognition of the presence of the pulp becomes this blindingly big thought seated before the part of my brain that is looking out of my body and the shape of the large demanding figure turns and asks, Are you...
You watch as I sip my coffee on the park bench and the problem isn’t you watching but that I know you’re watching me sip my coffee. So in my head I watch us, you watching me and me watching you watching me, and there is no one there in that body of mine but a self-conscious fool lifting the drink to his lips in such an awkward fashion, so unnaturally, so twisted and forced to seem...
He had long outlived the end and realized beyond the end was not another beginning but a long journey back to moments of unaging, of becoming innocent again, of falling in love with those he’d forgotten, of learning to ignore death, of being born again and again to the point his shoulders stooped from the effort of attempting to understand how new the old can be. Soon he recognized an urging...
