1375 5 4
|
I suspect I’ll make the right decision.
|
137521
|
—Hey, lover man, where’s my breakfast? said Monique, tousling Ben’s hair.
|
13751212
|
A thin line separated her lips, like something sketched with a pencil.
|
137543
|
There is a dead factory. It sits on the tip of a small piece of land which extends into a forgotten lake, like a giant dirty-inked thumb pressed against a faded blue sheet of paper.
|
137533
|
I study the architecture of hunger. I listen to intuitions. I have a map of heaven and a map of hell and they are the same map.
|
137465
|
“You look so … distinguished.
My!” she said.
|
137443
|
That twig looks pretty dead to me,
He will never ever be a man.
|
137400
|
I traced the vein that rose in her temple when she got angry all the way along her body until it ashed out varicosely on her smooth calf.
|
137453
|
She is a manifold of temporal flows.
|
137412
|
Every soul has a shadow.Last night, I saw mine. I saw greed,with his sticky, gnarled fingers,seizing the tablecloth of a grand feast,indifferent(or conveniently oblivious)to his starving loved ones. I saw ingratitude,with her proud, scornful …
|
137411
|
Before Uncle Max died of a heart attack, he had some words of advice for his only nephew and godson. Upon his death, as instructed, a package in brown paper arrived at Jeffery Glimson’s house on a warm June afternoon.
|
137432
|
A parody of John Ashbery I have been preconditioned likewise by the ligatures of the roof. It has bypassed even the lightning. When I started this essay I (poetics equalling dissemination, like a toilet plug) admired, and I in the book produced…
|
137401
|
It begins with his positioning.
|
137421
|
I must say your script is rather impressive. “You will mesmerize a girl in velvet stained garment…” “The channels of cologne fade from a body, eventually.” The girl carousels home with a raspier…
|
1374199
|
A bedridden ward of the state,/
warehoused in a nursing home,/
unable to drive to the liquor store/
for whiskey and cigarettes,
|
137322
|
All the baby monsters are being born on stage.
|
1373128
|
What does God find abhorrent?
|
137351
|
no rule says an imaginary friend has to be a good one
|
137310
|
You are my intergalactic princess / The most beautiful in twelve systems
|
137311
|
In this 7-Eleven at 2AM I can write the saddest lines. /
Among these malcontents and degenerates I am Ovid
|
137311
|
Sometimes you wait by the mailbox and he doesn't come. It doesn't come, the letter, the talisman from another world you've been waiting for, and you give up. You finally open…
|
1373128
|
My name's Barbara and don't call me Barbie if you want to be my friend.
|
137320
|
"Time really flies.”
“I thought that was only when you were having fun,” he said.
“Don’t be an asshole.”
|
137367
|
We are the miserable, annoyed, dismayed sick. We slouch on black naugahyde chairs too pathetic to reach for magazines. The computer is down the young receptionist has explained to each of us in young, florid style, complete with “I…
|
137312
|
I was setting up a mattress and a lamp in the balcony of my house because a boy, G., told me he was coming to fuck me.
|
137311
|
What I'm going to do is grab this eight-year-old fellow down the block, and declare him a candidate for this Presidential campaign. I'll be his campaign manager, and our whole message will be based on the First Streetlight platform. It's old school but very…
|
137330
|
There were more of us before, laying in a puddle cuddling on the floor with heads tucked into the crooks of arms where light scattered their crowns in the morning and no machine exists for me to use trying to find that morning again. Carl could go off the side of the…
|
137320
|
Finally he painted his own chair, maybe because no one would sit for him anymore (after he cut off a piece of his own ear.) The chair centered and framed so that one leg of it reached down to the bottom of the painting, seeming to be skewed a little, ou
|
137310
|
I bow my head
and shed the antlers
of past lives
I no longer butt heads
with the universe
but I miss my curse
and can’t do worse
I throw myself in reverse
and rehearse the early scenes
of science and my
full meat diet
that sent
|
137310
|
Her questions apparently had their desired effect.
|
