1809 10 7
|
Most everything is white because white means clean and hospitals are supposed to be clean. They wouldn’t let me leave.
|
180997
|
When I first arrived/footling-breeched/you two were there/ahead of me.
|
180963
|
Bootsy awoke with a hangover that only brain surgery could cure, a hangover that caused a seam to open in the known universe, leaving Bootsy on one side while all other matter sped away, away.
|
180900
|
Tough boys with loose pants come out at this hour; their long chains swing from low pockets, their virile scent bites like steel in the cold night.
|
180855
|
Train 664 leaves Thirtieth Street Station bound for New York City at 10:55. Concurrently, Train 663 leaves the station, headed for Harrisburg. Both trains are, confusingly, called The Keystone.If Mark and I have tickets for Train 664 because we plan to…
|
180832
|
He was drinking heavily again and complaining that there was nothing fresh worth writing about.
|
1808127
|
Val walks through the world, absorbed in the day to day. A plainspoken narrator drones on in his mind. The nondescript voice marks time to the beat of Val's banal footfall, hums along with the whir of Val's modest, midsize sedan. The narration is loudest in the twilight…
|
1808158
|
Mostly, though, reiteration of the old/
in an idiosyncrasy that strives/
to become fresh and fails
|
180821
|
Sarge had done this before. Not with this many rookies and not on a one-way trip. This was a suicide mission. The boys didn't know it, but he did. They weren't coming back. Hell, they couldn't come back
|
18081611
|
In my upper room, a sermon/
was playing about sundry.
|
180895
|
A little contempuous aside by the critical theorist guy, Frederick Jameson-- that it was logically absurd to call anything that human beings do, produce or effect “unnatural,”-- has brought forth the following. We are…
|
1808136
|
With the morning comes the repetition...
|
180831
|
Why won’t my parakeet eat my diarrhea?
|
18081212
|
They'd taken so much: ivory, rubber, copper, gold. Wealth for the grabbing. No remorse.
|
18081611
|
|
18081110
|
It was just lying there by the side of the road next to a mailbox, pockets turned out, weeds kinda rolled flat around it. I counted three nickels, a dime, and a cigar butt too. I could sure use the change for gum, but I didn't want to get near it. It looked dead,…
|
180863
|
Suds, like gossamer bandages at her wrists, concealed the turbulence below but could not relieve it.
|
180888
|
Today the color of the skyremakes my heart into somethingless willing to break, or to judge,and I am thankful for it. Acolor not unlike walking chestdeep in the ocean and seekingbeautiful clouds and thinking Iwill be back. Dreaming with the sky.Please stop lying to me. A…
|
18071813
|
One must be drenched in words.
|
18072111
|
I am not the wind./
I am a stone eroded by the wind
|
180700
|
The moon is now at the corner on pace for the horizon. On top of a tall business building in Downtown Newark stop a woman in a hood cloak.
|
180730
|
She burst
Into the glass shop
|
180721
|
A sturdy and goatish original by know-nothing punks from the sticks. Who cares if we were puny and smelled like fresh milk? For a few years we played and rocked, even turned the Appalachian soundscape a little brown at the edges. At least at first. Mainly
|
1807117
|
War came home tonight. We weep and hug, while he stares over our shoulders, like the statue we'll make of him. We pour a drink for his shaky hands, wheel him past his friends the dead, and lie to each other about other, far off places as if we knew.
|
180752
|
I know what he meant.
I've been in the 3 A.M. cream cheese.
I've known the hole in the bagel.
|
180774
|
|
180723
|
But the boy next door is worse than a dweeb; he's a prima donna and a bully and a little shit to boot. The divorce will only make him more.
|
180721
|
My music teacher, Luigi Biagi, told me that he was done with me. He said it was time I moved on to more specialized teachers. Since my passion was composing and arranging, he recommended Al Fine.
|
180700
|
|
180720
|
It all started with a middle finger. This is where the chain of events began in Benjamin's mind as his mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood and the crunch of broken glass rolled against his teeth. The pickup followed much too closely, but Benjamin was too…
|
