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A story about convincing people to do things they don't want to do, written entirely in dialogue; originally published by CHEAP POP.
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...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.
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First he wrote it in wet cement at the intersection:
“Tad Loves Kimberley,”
with a big heart around it.
He was real proud, you could see.
But then later on that year, the graffiti began
appearing everywhere, on all the store walls:
“Kimberle
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From this distance, he reminded me of a sleazy pink flamingo, waiting for feeding time at the zoo to deepen the timbre of his feathers and hint at the promise of a narcotic aviation before his commune of hens.
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I walk through nameless
streets, narrow and winding,
past shops selling scarves,
spices, skins.
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" I have no idea what's goin on out here, and I'm gonna find out one way or another."
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Byron's achievement, certainly quite remarkable, is to have raised the drunken monologue to a literary form.
Edmund Wilson
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W here do you think you're going
what'll you think you'll do
running down this highway
that you never even knew
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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I followed the curve of the etched Koi, its filigree scales arcing across a taut midriff toward the indent of her pierced navel, where a collection of water lilies drifted on the surface of her skin.
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It’s so uncomfortable being an Angel in a sack
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Forty years later he was still her Romeo, she his Juliet.
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The coal carts come and go like the seasons, never stopping.
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Jesus is for sale. But he’s heavy.
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Suppose Eve, strolling through the sunlit Garden, had not stumbled on that particular Tree at all, the wily serpent twined in its lower branches?
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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Snipers wear camouflage clothing to avoid being seen. It wouldn’t do for a sniper to be seen because then the sniper might become the snipee.
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My mother moved her things out of my parents’ bedroom into the attic guest room. When I asked where guests would sleep, my father said, “Matthew, don’t be an asshole.”
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"Why, before the summer has passed
You won’t remember her name. . ."
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I found the hand eight months ago, after I planned to grow a meadow of tiny yellow blossoms in my yard.
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The sighs of the nearby shore came to me through an open window.Wave after gentle wave caressed her broad, sand crusted skin. Mesmerized, I lay still.The in out sound of breathing now filled the room.Your warmth enveloping me like the satin…
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. . . the empiricism of the mechanical had wound tight into her, lessons her few calendars could never impart without aid from sundials, hourglasses, clocks.
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I fear my personal information travels the World Wide Web/
and mad Ukrainians will steal my name and wealth./
I fear the fiscal cliff and raising the ceiling on national debt./
I fear a death by taxes.
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The arrangements of lights on the cracking towers are a segment of Orion’s belt, the handle of the Big Dipper and a section of Andromeda’s spine.
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Larry works the concession stand / near the pier.
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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It is like truth on the battle field. Muted
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Hissing through the opening, the spirits have no place.
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