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ghosts of the previous owners who leave a trail of whispers
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a half-moon hung straight up and down
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"Sometimes things just don’t go as planned. It doesn’t mean anyone is to blame - It just is."
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Inevitability: it's what's for dinner.
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My stories are ramshackle; they lurch along in old sweaters with holes and missing buttons, drinking from mismatched cups and saucers.
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like old discarded snake skin,
dry and coarse after the bite...
immortally tortured by broken glass bottles.
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"I'm just going to
take a power nap!"
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The energies align to compel you,/
wave by field, charge by pulse, into/
an ever increasing circle of speed
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Today I’m feeling crabby and haggard and technology makes it easy to get to the point.
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Cooking dinner for one in a city that isn’t my home. A beautiful city that I’m slowly losing interest in, just as I become a local. In a tiny apartment set in the most realistic part of town, I’ve turned the music up loud to drown out my thoughts.
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When I was younger, I tried very hard to be myself, but it never worked. I'd close my eyes, wait a beat, open them and slowly bring them into focus. This is the new me, the only me. Never worked, not once. It could only last a minute or two, so I…
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...bush tail beside him his closest comfort next to the genes...
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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Is this sought sea dream of the Arctic fox? The green below the circles of the white, above her eyes? On Formica tables where the woman smocks beneath glass borders of their vacant smiles, they pass by windows formulating styles,…
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Beautiful, he thinks, as he taps the ash of his cigarette over the balcony, but this is not good enough.
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people keep trying to get me/ "out of the house"./ they see fun in me, and cool in me,/ and want to spend time with me,/ and i am flattered most sincerely./
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Another year has flown, crashed to the ground, and convulsed to its death in a final match with the meaninglessness of existence. Decided to try my luck as a Walmart greeter this year but the apomorphine treatment made me break out in hives and I reacted…
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I dream about the boy in The Neverending Story, the gate of mirrors, and the Nothing, a dark cloud that floats in the sky, takes away everything.
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Maybe it takes as much fortitude
To forget
As it does
To remember.
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Culture gives what it feels you deserve/
in the cul-de-sac of your time and place.
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As the music concludes, I'm finally in control of my emotions . . .
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They can’t exterminate the poor just yet
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you tell
a stranger's story...
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Grayson Warren is living the American Dream: a 15-year career as a city cop, a great wife and two kids. And then one day his dream turns into a nightmare.
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Take 1. The Love Letter to an Unspoken Name Well we're beyond our appointed Moment now. We must step On what's left, alone, but That begs some explanation to These days that pinball between Stars and to the sad dreamers…
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I'm an older guy. She is still quite young. I tell her I may be too old but she giggles and tells me that she did the research and it said because there is snow on the roof doesn't mean no fire's in the stove. She proved it. Things like this. We excite ourselves,…
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Tentacles hold fast to the small/
thrashing thing they believe is true//
which, devoured, once crushed/
completely still, turns into shit,
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philanthropy corrugated with a smirk / printed aside every cardboard box and room / every cardboard house with every cardboard door.
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The manicured lawn rolls down either side of the knoll, punctuated with flat granite plaques, the occasional bouquet of cut flowers, a smattering of faded eight-inch American flags.
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say no / to me / and devastate me / and I will take it / as god's will / to drown me / in a vat / of my own / entrails
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