Find me
in an
irresponsible
future
among
the stars.
We can
drown
in darkness,
electric
lights
flickering
like our
hearts.

"Our love is infinite, whether the weather is good or bad," the man with blue hair's voice echoed in the auditorium. Synthetic music made waves, returning to the ocean. A woman read his palm once; he forgot what future was foretold. There were lips in darkness, hands held over stones, a grassy knoll. "Summon me, run away with me, let's go to the

"I wish I could save you but I can't even save myself," Jack told his AI mother. She was his lover, jungian analysist & deathwish all wrapped in one. She had bowties, ribbons, garter belts & bell shaped flowers wrapped around her silver skin. Sometimes the Angels synth-sung from her velvet lips. Kissed crimson by the king, he could give her ( Read more... )

I saw her face in the stars & then it disintegrated. Tried to touch her & my fingers fell through ( Read more... )

Livin as a ghost must be nice. Wearing bow ties and eating rice. Melted like 99 balloons. Selective mutism for the mutants, Pentagrammar. "I'm turning into diamonds," Sally spoke. They were digging graves for the misbehaves. "I caught a fear fish," Adam stood beside the river Believer. Ever after there was laughter. Hex key and wicked sex. The ( Read more... )

Jack was laid out like a naked psycho in a science-fiction show, towel & tourniquet covering his junk. Cheri Coke was his nurse. They used to know the ways to all the plays & operas but they forgot where the red fern grew. Bloomsday, doomsday.

We wait beneath the sea with the chosen ones, wearing crowns of molten starshine. There are no apologies here, the ocean floor littered with beautiful obscenities. The cruel creatures told us we'd never belong and we just wanted to prove them wrong. Helios could fashion a dream and light it on fire while the Low Litas gasped.

Chance encounters in twilight.
Lightning strikes, death by moonlight.
Wish I may, wish I might . . .
Cosmic cacophony.
Phony cops & raindrops.

Fireflies blur beneath the stars. The King of the Bums burns rubber in a souped-up hearse in the past. Young kids angry cuz they weren't expecting to be left in the dust. Have you ever met a soulmate & something sings inside you, a connection beyond all space & time? You might have only known them for moments, but you know them better than they ( Read more... )

"Gimme all the tattoos," Junk ordered. Neon Jesus glow skulls vibrated in the shadows. Happy cat hallucinations of sacred elation dripped from the sink. The bums gathered together in congregation. Mr Loudmouth scared the timid. We're walking the invisible lines between concrete and crime. All tunnels lead to nowhere. Silence the noise to find your ( Read more... )