1322 6 5
|
Posit butterflies/
as evidence of heavenly design.
|
132254
|
hangs inverted and
begins a swirling motion,
|
132243
|
A convoy of military vehicles is heading into the city as we are heading out.
|
132266
|
Flew a Messerschmitt.
Drove a tank over people in Poland
though not in Prague,
and claimed he was never a guard
at the death camps.
|
132200
|
Wait a minute, said Ben. What do we really know?
|
132200
|
Famus Peepul Ellen and her boy, Larson, were on the second floor of The Monsters restaurant, searching for the fortuneteller. Larson had decided her signature was a necessary addition to his autograph book. He hadn't asked for her autograph…
|
132163
|
Her Majesty’s Glasses
Umbilical Chord
Linger Finger
Okay Inkjet
The Dragon Flies
Horny
Free Spirit
Good Footnote
Buttery Clams
You’reUp
Empty Bladder
Star Butter
Karmic Impulse
Mr. On-the-Ve
|
132165
|
|
132100
|
|
132177
|
this elegant silver wrench/
which from the opposite side/
becomes a golden Phillips-head
|
1321109
|
We’re on The Worm. I dread the part where the train goes under the bay. I hold my breath until we safely emerge.
|
132110
|
machine utility of thought,
intangible aesthetic of sentiment.
|
132121
|
I go with the wind, like the smoke of this Marlboro red as it dances among the palm trees.
|
132130
|
Frank cut the tip of his finger off and it sort of shot over to the lettuce bin. The blood pumped out in tiny jets as he covered it with the palm of his other hand and ran to the sink. He pointed it in the sink and turned the water on, he could see…
|
132121
|
I tell him if he wants to impress a girl he should learn to cook. He shifts his body. I add, crab cakes work well.
|
132101
|
Miranda hugged Madam Mayweather as the girls, except Akane, gathered around them.
|
132143
|
Reams of saggy bunting intersect the streets.
|
132164
|
Light spreads its way across the sky like a drop of inkon dry cotton sheets:starts at one point and expandsas wind shufflesover bodies, seashoist your sailsand I'll throw this oneoverthe night can have itnowhear the waveshow they seem satisfiedwith their…
|
132143
|
It starts on the Fallopian Speedway:
|
132171
|
The sound of a siren approaches his home. His wife asks him why he's so nervous. It's nothing, he says, but he rises from the couch and peers into the night from behind the curtains. The siren approaches relentlessly. The road twists and turns and the sound fades but always…
|
132100
|
Gibson Park, underneath the grove of trees beside the soccer field. She's buried. But don't say anything yet. Her disappearance will make the news shortly, but it hasn't yet.
|
132053
|
—Mr. Martinelli, can you explain how you developed your painting technique?
|
1320115
|
You burnish what is left
until it shines and call it
your own.
|
132033
|
His friend Boner, who was more accurately a friend of Milo, who was a friend of his cousin in Dubai and who had, up until this post, seemed to share thoughts in common with him, posted, “Holy Shit, Dude! What’re You On?”
|
132054
|
I am trying very hard to rhyme,
and trying very hard not to.
|
132022
|
By dawn, she is ready to hunt.
|
1320127
|
They say I am filthy. On this high pillar I perch like a stuffed avian relic, flightless, no prey. The horizon before me is broken by scuff and foreign tongue, by atomized evil. Pleas, and there are many, are answered by the only prayer I know, the one prayer, which…
|
132043
|
Man, this bearskin rug was a big, awkward sonofabitch on his back....
|
132000
|
Swat at those screeching children with tufts of harp-grass. Flail, mad eyed and sad sighed with all gleaming hope gone out of the daylight. Swat and screech swat and screech. We continue until their thick bark-like hides are smooth and polished. We sand them with…
|
132055
|
i’m trying to remember
don’t all the best apples happen
in September?
|
