1481 17 14
|
It shouldn’t take that long to count/
to six but when the six are cats, arithmetic/
assumes Heisenbergian properties/
as the objects counted defy the count.
|
148121
|
They had a deal, she reminded him. If he didn’t want to wear a condom all the time, he’d have to help with her birth control.
|
1481109
|
Cinema Verite’ is the best book of poems I have encountered since Matthea Harvey’s Modern Life
|
148122
|
Sit back n enjoy the show in a puffy puffed-up chair
|
148196
|
Everyone loves a story of love
unrequited.
But what about the stories
of the unrequited lovee?
|
148031
|
If this is trouble, please call someone else.
|
148000
|
“Do we really want to treat her? Is she even really sick, or does she live in a country as real as ours, but one we can never visit?”
|
148056
|
Just like D-Ray White’s tapping still bounces off the mountains if the right person is listening, Hasil’s hoots and howls are trapped in record wax like a blood-drunk mosquito in amber.
|
1480106
|
If you're a Boomer, your brain is teaming with decades-old Pop tunes that you just can't forget. The real reason you can never remember where you put your keys? Too many of your brain cells are clinging to every last lyric to “Fire and Rain,” “Free…
|
148065
|
She stood there with her back to me and her dress around her ankles.
|
1480278
|
She asked if I needed to be measured for size “to make sure they feel really good on you,” her lips all gloss and smile. I was nineteen and knew my size but changes in weight had caused fluctuations before so maybe I'd be different…
|
148076
|
I ain’t your kissing cousin
That’s pretty plain to see
Baby, keep your pretty lips
Far away from me
I ain’t your kissing cousin
That’s pretty plain to see
You’re really very pretty
Come kiss me and we’ll see
We don’t live in a barnyard
|
148063
|
“I'm thinking about math class,” she said. “The solution to three factorial.”
“Easy,” Leo said.
|
148000
|
At street level there is a small arrow on which is printed “Museum of Numbers” that points up a long narrow staircase. There is a restaurant on the first floor. All the way up the stairs, the air is permeated with smell of fried foods
|
148011
|
The crowd- which consisted of exclusively men with beards and djembe drums and women with hairly legs poking out of corduroy patchwork skirts- cowered and crawled in fear around the angry man-bomb, mortally frightened yet encouraged to shimmy because the
|
148021
|
Boys start fires all the time— it's a rite of passage— so when your father gives you the task of setting fire to the family's trash, you don't mind, and when the flames ignite inside the old dishwasher he heaved into the woods behind the house, you…
|
148063
|
Another bird hits the large plate glass patio doors as I am sipping my morning coffee.
|
1479125
|
the memories return like they do every year at this time
|
147911
|
Somewhere, a mathematician is going mad in a box that decreases in size at the same speed it takes the mathematician to find a way to get out. At least he’ll die with an epiphany, which is more than we can say for you.
|
147911
|
Barbie wore only her clear pink heels...
|
1479107
|
|
147900
|
...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
|
147931
|
Rumor was their only mission was to smash all the glass in the world. They sneezed and smashed and laughed like hell.
|
147944
|
I try to enjoy my bookbut the mannequins keep tapping at the windowWhen I look up they vanish Outsidefibreglass clouds are kept in placeby invisible wires——Sometimes the mannequins …
|
147954
|
I said, “That bird is hungry.”
The sparrow was eying both of us
At our separate outside café tables
As it hopped around looking for crumbs.
Then it would look up at us
Expectantly.
|
147922
|
...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
|
147942
|
One summer night, as I walked alone down the cracked sidewalk of Kentucky underneath a canopy of maples where the moonlight fell through branches and lit my path with uneven lines I wondered: where does the residue of lust and desire go when everything you want to…
|
147910
|
Floating along the ebbs of the ocean,toward the horizon, where time has no say,an end that will never be reached.
|
147954
|
...listening to the ache of errs our mouths had become.
|
147953
|
Maybe you, citizen, should be a jerk. Jerks get where they are going. You, citizen, what about you? Handy, dandy, where’s the jerk? Conformists. Sheep. All of you, all of us, boiling out our radiators. Spending our day, our days, our lives in coope
|
