1497 6 6
|
He thought she should have come with an owner’s manual
So he would know how to operate the equipment
It was definitely more than he bargained for
Or knew how to handle
She was too hot
|
149742
|
Dandelions wither as I approach and the grass dies under my feet.
|
14971212
|
That afternoon she met me in the lobby of my hotel and we simply smiled at each other in the elevator going up to my room where we sat on the couch for about three hours and told of our lives, of being apart, for so many years, then sensing our time was nearly used up, I…
|
149686
|
Our painter man was killed by a bunch of snotty kids who were making fun of him. A gun went off. What is a noodle to do? He wasn't sitting alone in his world, anymore. Where was his famous straw hat? His trusty pipe? He desperately needed to smoke…
|
149622
|
Rogue sits bedside in Jello Biafra’s hospital room.
|
149610
|
Even before I tap on the door I know I am being watched with one eye. My footsteps have surely given me away. A swift tug on it reveals her to me—half of her, that is, and I slink past the threshold, to her. From her eyes I see that she has…
|
149601
|
On the street / The protesters stand / Yelling words empty as wind
|
149631
|
Though his heart aches
his melody seems to flow
It creeps into the dreams
of all in slumber in the valley below
|
1496119
|
When Chuck dies, I’ll throw/
a party and dance, a little drunk,/
across what I’ll pretend/
is the old shit’s grave.
|
149621
|
This is how she does it:
Forward………… ...Reverse..........…….....Forward..........……...Reverse
|
149555
|
and pressed an area
on my forehead
between my eyes
|
149512
|
Johnny Rocket is on the I-pad, sad, He says, “Game on, King me, the Queen” Always "it", he eats pork rinds like mad, “King him again” high on amphetamine.In his sleep, ants come up from the floor board to eat french fries, cola, their aorta…
|
1495138
|
Spying is a different concern. Privacy also. I feel there is a loss of privacy just in believing or realizing it is possible; our forebears did not experience loss of privacy digitally, perhaps in another way.
|
149521
|
Ben was dreaming of sex with Claudia. But, in his dream, he could hear Dan Arris calling his name and pounding on a door. The fear of Dan Arris was pushing out the delights of Claudia.
|
149500
|
The struggling creature opened its beak and let out a shrill cry before both parents moved in and, using their webbed feet, forced its head back under the surface.
|
149500
|
Why did he seek punishment, if he felt no guilt? Why this empty conscious, though he had done such evil?
|
149542
|
"Mama skipped the training bras and just gave me her old bras. I'll be 25 before I can wear her old bras..."
|
149565
|
Shhh. I am here. Otillie Augustine, from Trieste, an Italian city to you, but when I lived it was part of Austria. Such things as who flies their flags over a city? Not so important after all, after all the losses and the victory speeches. These were not…
|
149598
|
Regret takes the shape of little clouds ...
|
149500
|
my second language / to silence / plainsong of / the breast
|
149565
|
I was low on carburetor / oxygen and my fraud protection / had just expired.
|
149531
|
Sheep are very philosophical, I hear. Stop this hopeless dreaming.
|
149532
|
Boil (n.)––1. Pus-filled pustule inflammation of the skin, usually painful. 2. Slang boiled pus, bucket of (n. phrase)“Your asshole brain is a bucket of boiled pus.” (see also pus, SCOTTISH derogatory term for face.
|
149465
|
Certain disorders lend themselves to poetics.
|
1494117
|
She had just done it in the backseat with the man she decided would be her father. Or maybe it was the cast of his eyes under the dim bar lights. Maybe she insisted that this had to be done, to relive the night under the stars, under a dented roof of a station…
|
149441
|
"I am lying on my back and am confused."
|
1494115
|
As air warms and warm/
winds stir, green becomes the force/
that surges the plains.
|
149471
|
She talks about window treatments, how the place is maybe too much for one. Wants me to know she’s not much of a cook, and wants me to smell what’s in her oven and compliment her cooking anyway.
|
149421
|
“Apollo twenty-two. Come in.”, the voice crackled through the speakers of the aircraft. There was only silence broken by a solitary meow and the slight whistle of oxygenated air through the ventilation system. “Captain Snuggles, now that you…
|
149472
|
|
