1218 2 0
|
You welcome the new girl by putting a message on her back. I breathe harder until she pops or until you ask me what I’ve seen or until you see my hand turn into a fist.
|
121842
|
whatever weaknesses you displayed//
as empathetic human fellow traveler,/
your command of English survives you,//
on into the last echoes of the human/
once we’re gone.
|
121721
|
It made him feel better to imagine she was someone else, someone he didn't know. This comfort bothered him
|
121765
|
|
121722
|
“plain before my eyes” said he eyes swathed in bandages covering sight
oozing yellow fluid is this life thought i
|
121797
|
communication/
with the dead
|
1217137
|
Expose those for whom freedom is greed.
|
121722
|
Why do you lie? the old woman repeats when her mouth is not busy filling the waste bin. We sit as far away from her wheedle and wretch as the small waiting room allows. A young woman glares at us through the mental health clinic's safety glass…
|
1217118
|
My father owned a penny arcade. I worked for him every summer all during my youth. My job was to hand green tickets to customers who achieved a certain score on Skee-Ball or shuffleboard. The coupons could be redeemed for merchandise which we had on display on…
|
121700
|
His cheeks were extremely pink but the pink was not the shade usually associated with good health, it was the pink of Death.
|
121720
|
Ah, the nerve of hot-blooded youth! But the drinking age was only 18 in New Orleans, and we couldn’t resist the call of all that legalized drinking (even though I had fake I.D’s my roommate at Urbana had given me.)
You and I had already consecrated
|
121732
|
I’m sorry. We couldn’t fix the country
and left her a bigger mess than we found her
Oil leaking from her shores
earthquake batter all over her skin
We couldn’t fix her, and we’re sorry
You’ll find her wreck in tatters
at the bus st
|
121732
|
—Michiko, are you allergic to cats?
|
121730
|
The last time my old lady threw me out, I decided to go and stay with my brother. I thought, "That's the last place I'll be welcome," and I knew that was true. The drive was calming, which was good, because Steven wouldn't have even let me in if I…
|
121732
|
The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
|
121744
|
I’m up to my kneecaps
in mockery and swill, and …
Excuse Me,
I’m Writing a Poem here?
Thank you. Sheesh!
As I was saying,
I’m up to my kneecaps in mockery and swill.
And I meet someone who
names all his fish after
people he doesn’t l
|
121642
|
A daydreams about a woman whose name he’s forgotten next to B, who’s been drunk since afternoon.
|
121664
|
It's not stories the quiet lack, but inclination...
|
121633
|
You're not late yet, but if you don't move now, you will be. You close the cover of your mac book, don't even finish the sentence you were working on or close down the file. What had been of the utmost importance, clutching at your…
|
121654
|
Star-eaterHere lies the star-eater.Tilting on the ancient wheelof summer-glaze-breath,you speak the oceans. Fire's the mealfor you, the star-eater. You defy death,and out of your mouth, a universe openspouring forth, as fleet as the starslight on your tongue. Space…
|
121661
|
|
121611
|
Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
|
121620
|
Darkness on my mind
doesn't make me blind.
|
121643
|
destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
|
121600
|
The walls of our shanty were of the standard corrugated rusty metal typical of communities like ours.We did our cooking over a Bunsen burner purloined from the Catholic Boys' School - beans mostly. We did our drinking from bottles of Thunderbird or Old Crow (when…
|
1216147
|
The fuckers tumble out of the bathroom like clowns from a tiny car. The girl has these huge tits and dark red hair. She rushes past me, smelling like chocolate. A guy's behind her, holding onto the back of her jeans. He's not good looking enough to…
|
1216103
|
If you knew everything, you would not be able to sit on tropical balconies at 4:09 A.M., discovering a book and then the world for the first time If you were part of the spiritual set, and could astral travel far and wide, but neglected to open the door…
|
121654
|
He tells me that he thinks he reached out as he needed healing
and I wonder if I should diagnose him on the spot,
explain what years of therapy taught me about him.
I don't.
Instead I compliment a photograph of the pot plants he grows, organic,
|
121600
|
Who remains after the aching night has departed into dawn
and left us to week-old sleep
|
121621
|
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.
|
