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For those who do not know: or for those whose friendships and own writings revolve around self absorbed drivel: speaker and writer are non-synonymous.

Foucault and the Facebook

Friends, Facebookers, Foucauldians,

Check out this email exchange - I had a minor issue I was trying to have resolved - attempted to go through the proper channels to resolve it (which was a labyrinth of unanswered question forums, no overt and accessible help email prompt - finally found a query window) - and this is the ( Read more... )

Follow the fizzing fuse.

He drove in his late model Subaru, scouring enclaves of halfway houses and rehab centers for newcomers to cart to a dead meeting. I sat shotgun noticing things, and we darted around a loop of the past ten years or so. Hovels I had lived in, old time places haunted now only by memories personal and distant.
     Powerless Patty got punted from ( Read more... )

bill murray is in xavier’s closet

bill murray is a
xavier fan.
that is a fact.

he's been sighted
midrange centercourt
at tournament games.
in, you know, the [big] dance

his face now, wry
still, but aged
(he's taken on more serious roles, you know)
and him, at the xavier games
islandlike, midcourt
up about fifteen rows (he's not haughty)
him in a hoodie
and ( Read more... )

Fingers, mouth laden with her scent:

That hummus twinge. The churl oxidized fruit lorn.

She moans.

Her haspring clicks and clatters tonguewise

Sopping writhe.

“You’re good at this,” she heaves.

You tell her sex poetry is trite.

Electronic Palimpsest

The Kroger Rewards card left an electronic palimpsest as to what she was doing now. You knew that, you knew every time you used the card to cleave seventy three cents off five frozen burritos there would be some thread of discourse between you and her. You fold it up and wad it into your jeans pocket.

It had been what, two ( Read more... )

Minus Two Fahrenheit

Tine bleak, rusted pike throng

Up jutting to crisps

Radio jangle dry vacuous sky, come winter night

More clear then, the vivid verve, the less static hiss.

And the Rubik’s Cube shifts and clacks in chattered palls

Up forward, regress to patterns bald

Bold squares jostle, to some underlying

Some notion

Made plain in the bland ( Read more... )

Some Isle

Books curled curious: all jetty wise

Hewn wordy crags from buttock dunes

Sewn water ripped crevasses

In torrents curled to a slippery noodle

The water wobbled

Curl toes

And spinally oxygenated seabirds wane

Wheel wise

Toward the scary side of Indianapolis

Undulating in sine wave pulse

They, the self help gait

They, disguised omniscient

But, they ( Read more... )