565 0 0
|
Everyday I take the Western 49 bus
|
56555
|
Mrs. Death was walking in mountains where everything around was still. Mr. Death? —in another hemisphere, wandering (last she’d heard) through a vast forest.
|
56500
|
I am so lost in thought
as I ride out of the woods
that I forget which way I ought
to turn, left or right; this can’t be good.
|
56455
|
"...regurgitating double A's
all akimbo."
|
56444
|
"It just makes sense to be nice to everything that lives."--Aurora AksnesLike Aurora, my favorite color is moss green. Anything else is a lie told to throw you off the scent. You will abandon her. Just like you will abandon me. Green. We were walking…
|
56300
|
Every other year or so, a high school senior
would go and climb the thing, and paint something
vapid, jejune, as the spinster English teacher would say.
|
56322
|
|
56200
|
His throat still burned and his muscles ached but the codeine put it at a manageable distance. He sank into delicious sleep and was awakened some minutes later by a terrific jolt and the crash of metal.
|
56100
|
the rails we use when we get tired of
unraveling the ways
their read red lips
kill the explanation
we amp we vamp
Hell's steep hallucination
|
56186
|
Four ships anchor
Far off shore
Chains slip
Beneath the swell.
|
56111
|
Two weeks later, on his way to a neighbor boy's house, Tim sees Tony on his way to the nearby convenience store.
|
56131
|
I wonder, just a thought
Who even dreamt to
Teach a pig Latin?
And why a starfish
Mirrors the stars
We do not know
There’s a whole lot
To wonder about
Like, I don’t know
How about Cloud 9?
I want to know what happened
On Cloud
|
56110
|
I once knew a guy named Ian from Manhattan
Who liked looking at New Yorker fey cartoons.
|
56020
|
The town is a wheel-less prairie schooner aground in a vast field of static
|
56054
|
At least the cephalopods on their planet manage to comport themselves with some dignity, as well as demonstrating some actual intellectual acumen.
|
56063
|
The sky’s on fire with existence
When I’m around you
Your wandering kisses enter my soul
But your quiet beauty may be
What really carries you
It is like
Finding and touching the
Pearl of existence
To be near you
Was that your tattoo
|
55900
|
You thought you dated wild girls? They were tame compared to how I turned out. Ever hear of the Chicago motorcycle club called the Hell's ___? (Chicago's watered down version of the Hell's Angels, but we did party with some of them, and the Outlaws, onc
|
55856
|
Last night I dated the universe. What a hottie! I arrived on time and was feeling a bit spacey. Look at me, I said. I'm on time. Yeah, well, I invented time. I made sure you'd be here on time. Cool. Where do you want to go? Doesn't matter. Wherever we go I'm already…
|
55800
|
Outside, Santa Claus has put on cat eye sunglasses and lights a cigarette.
|
55800
|
Who was that human who first began to walk on two legs as he crossed golden African plains?
|
55855
|
At step blinding speed we all alight somewhere in the world
|
55800
|
Mike Summer's moustache was perfect. Hard bristle and so symmetrical it looked cut to the angles of a military imperative. He was pretty proud of it, thought the team of beaters, who watched him as he sat on the boot ledge of his sage green Mercedes 123 T, combing…
|
55710
|
Newton Foster was charged with disorderly conduct for biting a dog known as Shoo Shoo Baby owned by Lula Scroggins.
|
55700
|
He decided to avoid startling her from the rear, which he recalled vaguely was a good strategy with any female.
|
55721
|
I look back at Bobby, his wide blue eyes staring at me. A dark shadow on his round baby face also tells me that he isn't entirely convinced if the thing is dead in the first place. Because even the folks buried in the town's only cemetery have a way of co
|
55700
|
So many ingenious traps for catching and hamstringing female poets have been invented that it is a rare editor who ever really sees one. H.L. Mencken
|
55731
|
With the crash of a hard drive his world / was destroyed
|
55600
|
It isn’t easy being the #1 Jewish lesbian revolutionary bank robber in America–every Rebecca and Rachel who comes down the pike tries to knock you off.
|
55620
|
I send pronouns on walkabouts to where there are only planes and light
|
556106
|
The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle.
Fall was near, a rotten apple.
|
