573 0 0
|
The gates going up
and down like
gigantic windshield wipers
to let the existent
boxcars pass.
We went across these real
bumpy railroad tracks into
a town so
small there
wasn’t enough room
for the car,
so we got out and went ahe
|
57322
|
|
57300
|
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…
|
573106
|
The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle.
Fall was near, a rotten apple.
|
57256
|
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…
|
57200
|
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.
|
57100
|
Everyday I take the Western 49 bus
|
57153
|
Yes keeps falling out of my mouth
|
57011
|
Two weeks later, on his way to a neighbor boy's house, Tim sees Tony on his way to the nearby convenience store.
|
57055
|
At step blinding speed we all alight somewhere in the world
|
57000
|
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.
|
57043
|
While the shadows of lives that once were still hid away, others who survived tried to stand on their own two feet and walk the distance again and tell what happened and what it was all like.
|
57063
|
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
|
56900
|
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.
|
56854
|
At least the cephalopods on their planet manage to comport themselves with some dignity, as well as demonstrating some actual intellectual acumen.
|
56633
|
"I write out of a deep need within myself for beauty. A beauty that I think can only be found through the practice, through the sacrifice over time that's required."
|
56600
|
Who was that human who first began to walk on two legs as he crossed golden African plains?
|
5661310
|
The man who makes the noose
|
56674
|
As Sebald says, I grew up in the shadow of war....
|
56621
|
The middle finger talks of many things
How I killed the moon
But still drank the moonshine
And how getting over her took
Some bleeding from the soul
Maybe it’s the Inner Face of Outer Space
That worries me the most
But what about the Fro
|
565106
|
Gotta be jumpin'
gotta be hummin' some tune
even when I'm alone
I'm flirtin' with the moon
(back down below)
|
56500
|
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
|
56500
|
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
|
56521
|
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
|
56500
|
If you want a nice meal,
writers take you to diners.
They’re thinkin’ noirly,
you want something finer.
|
56520
|
The town is a wheel-less prairie schooner aground in a vast field of static
|
56587
|
Adam, bronze and lithe, runs laps on the beach
|
56434
|
What we did was walk in on an amazing starfish convention, everyone lazing about, softly frozen against the timeless drooling currents like strange looking wind socks washing up and down with the sun. I am empty, hear me roar in blubbery bluster and…
|
56400
|
He decided to avoid startling her from the rear, which he recalled vaguely was a good strategy with any female.
|
56400
|
Seamus has the palsy now
who once was called another name.
|
