1453 7 6
|
The note was a lie, multiplied through each member of its potential audience....
|
145320
|
On the plains there are no cliffs, no vast mountain ranges to persuade us that we were somewhere above the world. Yearning to escape the pull of the Earth was the big dream of a plains boy…
|
145320
|
You held my hand when I hit the ground and told me the shakes would start soon.
|
145300
|
But here it was, Friday afternoon with Deborah checking MySpace for interesting bulletins or messages before she made some weekend plans, finding a blog from Fred posted that same morning with two simple sentences.
"I know. I've known for a long time.
|
145320
|
One day when they were sitting on the curb together at 4th Street and Mendocino Avenue in Santa Rosa and Joe was calling out to passers by in a singsong voice, “Spare change for cigs,” she had persuaded them that they should try to join the circus.
|
145321
|
Ug seemed kinda down in the dumps so, uncharacteristically for a male hominid, I asked him why he looked so glum.
“Ug no find nice girl,” he said, poking a stick in the dirt.
|
145373
|
Who ever saw an open upright pop bottle on the street?
|
145300
|
I was headed back inside my den since these creeps just wouldn’t stop and thought they were the most hilarious creatures on the face of the earth, and I was afraid, to be honest, that one of their missiles might hit me in the eye. That’s when I n
|
145311
|
The waves assisted in pushing him forward, until he reached the dry sand. He saw a small resort town ahead. The lights were out in the businesses and homes.
|
145300
|
Can you see the rut? Can you dig your fingers into the flesh?
|
145300
|
Home is where my parents live and my relatives visit.
|
145274
|
I wonder how many crumbs
he can drop to make a cookie,
whole, so I can relax a little
and throw out the self help books
about how I'm not right in
the motherfucking head,
|
145222
|
|
145255
|
I keep my love for you in me, /
like the egg of a worm,
|
1452108
|
I bit her ear and /
it was burnt toast
|
145287
|
|
145284
|
(the vast preponderance of dark matter and dark energy discernible in these latter days begins to suggest just how dark the humor of existence is) . . .
|
145232
|
"Why, before the summer has passed
You won’t remember her name. . ."
|
1452128
|
I pointed, trying to keep a rising frisson of alarm from my voice.
|
145285
|
“Hey, Buddy,” he says finally, “you were supposed to make a right back there”, and I can see his eyes flash as he reads my ID card on the dash...
|
145276
|
In the blacklight of the storm, mother would tremble, spit and sway as the shutters would clatter and she would give away her balance. It was more than my heart could bear. She would always center her accusation with, “your boyfriend is a rake and a flam.” That…
|
145296
|
I tell myself I should have known. You were always absence.
|
145222
|
stoned,/ i made the mistake/ of walking to the store across the busy street/ to find myself in the middle/ of the pep-up/ for a basketball game/ or something like that.
|
145230
|
white-gray mounds persist
|
145275
|
TV and power cord valorized in dust,/
wires and digital guts unimpaired, I’d guess . . .
|
145231
|
The old man sat in the run-down shack, nursing his lobol-weed tea, and cursing the bitter cold wind outside.
|
1452115
|
I didn't believe in hiding secrets or broken arrows. So I told my new girlfriend, who in earnest, tried shedding pounds like ugly memories, who glued herself to my shag carpet, watching exerise videos--that I didn't sleep alone. I tried to be as sensitive as possible,…
|
145231
|
"seventy five degrees longitude
submerged
in holy rivers
out of my mind emerge
anointed paramahamsas"
|
1452188
|
The cloudless sky/
amplifies the incompletion,/
clarifies the imperfections/
of the night’s normalcy-
|
145200
|
My gaze could have gutted any man. Any man, but John Marcy. History would write that John Marcy was a traitor to his country. Public enemy number one in the state of New York. When that probably couldn’t be farther from the truth.
|
