1103 4 0
|
“This isn’t fair!” I rail to my late wife. “It’s all right for you, why not me?” She never answers me directly. Not in whispers, or with knocks, or even dreams.
|
1103 1 1
|
In the afternoon, there was a certain time when the sunlight spilled through the windows in the common room and made everything look all bright and fresh and optimistic. If you ignored the patients and doctors milling about and…
|
1103 2 1
|
There it it again, that noise. That low hum that I know so well now, spinning, gaining momentum in my head, like a cyclist in a velodrome, until its steadiness and roundness becomes sharp, painful, cutting like glass.
|
1103 1 1
|
Well, it looks like I’ll be having a stem-cell transplant after all...
|
1103 0 0
|
|
1103 8 2
|
Alright is alright but alright is a state of mind, right?
|
1103 4 5
|
Their relationship had proved volatile. The husband had gone missing. The wife had gone dead.
|
1103 3 2
|
And then I heard
“Yea, for I have seen the Father
The Son, and the Holy Toast”
Okay now, something up was weird
|
1103 6 6
|
Big hair shoulder pads hell no.
|
1103 0 0
|
the lazy leaves of a parlour palm finger
lavender in a wine bottle.
|
1103 2 1
|
|
1103 4 4
|
The world's anxious fire breathing mob still wants in, but they don't know what in the smoke they are looking for. They aren't really thinking in that intellectual direction. All these wonderful, friendly books you see do not hold the answer or…
|
1103 3 0
|
I let the little fingers slip thinking they couldn't stand to hold on anymore. When they were done they said addled and I was left behind in the room with only my hand. I hurt myself trying to picture the pretty girls and they took out a piece above my eye. …
|
1103 2 1
|
one will become a tobacco king;
another will steal copper plumbing on moonlessnights.
|
1102 9 4
|
You slit your eyes and flick your cigarette in front of an oncoming car. I see how easily you could be that oncoming car.
|
1102 12 4
|
Strauss does all the stirring at the start./
The rest is all murk and meander
|
1102 2 1
|
Zoë was stunning in a designer gown so revealing and form-fitting that only static electricity could keep it on her body.
|
1102 2 2
|
The new members were asked to stand up and say their names. One obnoxious, pushy woman from L.A. stood up and said, "Ama Torrent, and I'm an alcoholic."
The roomful of people started murmuring.
Suddenly a man in his late fifties shot out of his chai
|
1102 2 0
|
, that smiley lush would shake rattle and quiver the day long no matter the temperature.
|
1102 8 7
|
to unwind looking for the answer.I confess I wasn't so discreetas life demanded, laughing like anowhere poet. Nothing relieved thegod awful boredom. Many times Iconfess I hadn't really takenthe vitamins, crying like a courtjester thrown into a dungeon onmarket day, and felt…
|
1102 5 0
|
Bitter the sun when it is in Hades
High fans meaning nothing keep the heat down
but the nitre keeps burning
So glows the gloss and high sheen on the skin
Foreheads exhibit thought
though the eyes are crossed
and at night, butterflies i
|
1102 2 2
|
|
1101 0 0
|
Waves like lovers gather and crest, crash into
White uncertainty.
|
1101 0 0
|
Wanted: Woman with wit, repartee skills, education and looks. Conversation, verbal dualing and ??? Respond to Seeker.
|
1101 1 0
|
They say nothing, but instead watch the birds and people hovering. Every day is an echo of the one before, and the weight of waiting has begun to show itself in the stature of the tiny man and his little old wife. …
|
1101 3 0
|
a fun little piece for all to enjoy, not just the ladies
|
1101 3 2
|
This is why I’ve decided to assign myself a position in life similar to that of Stuart Sutcliffe with the Beatles.
|
1101 1 0
|
i mean the perfect setting is great and all the right lighting very little the right music she says kings of leon i say broken social scene with nothing but time and a large bed with balled up sheets and us but i love early morning fluorescent bathroom light…
|
1101 10 4
|
You could have drawn us forth anytime on the beach, harping, begging to be let go from the grasp of your song. I needed you to sing of my neck, with its ropes teeming and filled. You only had to spread me open and loosen the shuddering country, anytime.
|
1101 6 4
|
Cold smoke from the crater
Breathes on our eyelashes;
The abysmal emptiness held
Its breath just once.
|