Reggie: Circa August 2004 - March 2, 2013

( Read more... )

I find myself lately gazing into the black and white maw of old television shows - the ones I've never really watched like My Three Sons, and Donna Reed. Watching their prearranged domestic comedies unfold and resolve inside a tight 20 minute half hour. Their gee whiz clothes and issues. The paternal pipe. A motherly doting figure who does the ( Read more... )

http://www.executiveedits.com/flash-fiction/

He claimed cats could be mailed. “Overnight,” he said. “You know, those pet carriers.”

Trauth didn’t believe him, but Jake swore up and down that he knew a guy in baggage at Tampa International who told it to him, and this one kid he sponsors who goes to the 10:30 candlelight meetings at the Tarpon Springs AA club handles ( Read more... )

Hamilton in a Dream

riding my old hunkered
white toyota:
the corona
from so long ago

through rutted
and sluiced 
wet streets
dowtown
hamilton
my windshieldwipers
whine and throb
slashes in arcs

And all was shambled
sad, save
gawdy and
tech laden 
redlight cameras
bulbous and
swiveling panoptic 
over the mired ruin

Billy Comparetto

© 2010

Nightgasps

And every once in a while

I (still) awake

Mouth gasped to a start

|Night wise|

To feel

Dad’s waning times

So sharp: (adrenal gland pangs)

When we all knew

There was nothing

We could do

And his self

Cleaved from mountain to rubble

Prolly because:

It’s easy

To forget

In some waking moments

Strung together placid

Uninterrupted times

[Gaudy] and good ( Read more... )

Breeze

spring comes active

soar breeze through top floor windows

something of a windchamber:

whistles, dust from ago: it smears to elsewhere

birds, you know they chirp again, they chirp songs timeless

wordless (non Phaedrus)

airdriven from tinylungs

that may

someday

be part of yet another breeze

some spring hence

Billy Comparetto

© 2010

rudders

skiffed up, so whence

nebula npr rap

reductionism: the victimhood place

oh, god(…?), lemme

lemme get a library card

and work should[er] by shoulder with the they

and eat ramen

and talk reams about tomorrow.

Billy Comparetto

© 2010

ice flown

grown:

the ice seethes

in drainish amber pools

under lights

on blacktop flumes ran still

prepositionlessness: that ice

called arcane: floe

carved and culled eons wrought to flotsam

it creaks

lulled and ripped beds from naught

and sheets strewn

to nether sends

she known

and january

girds

Billy Comparetto

© 2010

some eyes

it was like, so, eeyoreic

how she sat, on the cementbench

slunched and smoking

when my headlights panned her face

and all i did was say, you know, goodbye

and there was something of a frown cast

in those headlights

with a blur to the black

as i whirred the culdesac

with her smoking outfront

palled like never to be seen again ( Read more... )