1708 16 9
|
If love could only by heat be bound
|
170865
|
There’s a hole in my sock, just large enough that my big toe keeps slipping out.
|
17081712
|
love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
|
170896
|
Some nights you really feel it.
|
170883
|
At the third or fourth discotheque I drink so much I accidentally find myself happy.
|
170876
|
She tells me I have to face the fact that I have the heart of the Tin Man. I know the story. He had none. She is very sensitive and I have to measure my remarks because words bruise her so easily. So, I…
|
170843
|
After dinner, I looked forward to taking a shower and cleansing myself of the day’s mishap. Cher had other plans.As I left the bathroom, Cher nipped me in the butt, taking my towel, skin, and blood with her. I remember writhing on the floor outside my sis
|
170800
|
“He's the one who took five tries to find your vein during your last blood draw, right?” This question spilled from the row of twenty EKG machines that now made up the hospital building's larynx
|
170866
|
Now, at last, she finds what she's been searching for. Worms. Like bitty pale larva, like half-moons of air trapped under fingernails. She thinks she sees one twitch; she blinks more furiously and hates herself for it.
|
170898
|
All were part of the household of Court Astronomer Tycho Brahe (1546-1601)
who lost his nose in a duel as a student
and went through life thereafter wearing a gold prosthetic one instead
and who met and fell in love with a commoner who bore him eigh
|
170744
|
And you lean forward and all of that caffeine anxiety rises up in your throat, the pressure in your jaw, a series of weights and pulleys on your teeth and at the back of your mouth. So when you open your mouth to talk, no sound is made, only the sound of
|
170799
|
He remembered waking up on those lazy summer days hearing the sad song of mourning doves.
|
1707105
|
Brazilian girls yammer
with their book bags
up against my leg.
|
170799
|
Requires one of those leaps.
|
170765
|
There is an empty space,
between every note in rock 'n' roll,
where they have buried John Bonham,
|
170743
|
He’d tossed and turned all night, pondering what to do, afraid she was living alone. He’d decided to email her two words: “Love you” and signed it “Scary Sal,” as she’d always seemed so afraid of him.
|
170795
|
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…
|
170798
|
Bert also said that somebody else at the meeting was complaining about his high blood pressure, and Bert repeated what Hank had said, that he was glad to have any blood pressure at all.
|
170795
|
The border crossing at El Paso will soon be arriving. I'm apprehensive about Mexico, all the violence.
|
170765
|
|
170785
|
Twice burned, it buries its graves.
|
17071210
|
published in The Doctor T.J. Eckleburg Review.
|
170797
|
They rise up, a sullen, sorrowful/
army of reproach, staring,//
stone-faced but eyed with fire.
|
170721
|
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.
|
170676
|
Scavenge at that address only if you feel possessed of great courage, a profound faith in resurrection or reincarnation, or an impatient desire for a premature date with certain death.
|
170644
|
She served him pie she knew was ruined.
|
170685
|
When the malady struck and the world fell dark at noon, she and I groped the walls and found our front door. Outside, bewildered, we heard the whine of jets in free-fall, explosions in the imagined distance. And we heard a car — or was it a truck that veered…
|
170611
|
Only ever been twelve men on the moon. And one cheese.
|
17061211
|
Coward, cuckold, she taunts: So be it. He's not a young man anymore, nor as clever as he once was, or thought.
|
170664
|
What in the name of God’s green earth does this say? “Chifferobe if you can of Aztec in coffee can”?
|
