I can’t even begin to explain to you how I feel fucked up all the time about Antonio’s death. Antonio was my-corker. I think about him every day. I think about the way that I was told that he died. David-the boss boss of my department organized the meeting. Pastor Karen Olivetto and Isabel, the head of HR, were there, too. I knew it was bad ( Read more... )

Filth ( Read more... )

The first time Precious heard the PJ Harvey song “Big Exit,” the mouth of a stranger was coddling his penis. Precious’ penis is 7" in length and 1 1/8" in diameter when filled with blood. The stranger’s mouth has a circumference of 6". Precious and the stranger met in a pool of smoke encircling the basement of Home Sweet Home-a dive bar on ( Read more... )

The first time I heard “Elloise” by Des Ark I was at Steph Joy’s new place in The City, lying on a faux sheepskin rug. I looked like an unmade bed. Steph Joy sat by the window lazily smoking a cigarette, watching the smoke filter into the light of the alley. My arrival was accidentally syncopated with the delivery of the package to 2429 San ( Read more... )

Maxine
I read about her in a magazine
She’s a destructive little machine
So fucking tender
I’ve got to send her
This birthday wish:
Some whiskey, a kiss, and a fish x 2

Maxine
I read about her in a magazine
She’s a destructive little machine
She’s fucking with gender
I’ve got send her
This birthday wish:
A spoon, a fork, and a dish

Doogie died today. Maya died a few days before that. Pat Walker's husband was killed following the death of Doogie. I don't even know his name. Her husband that is. I know Doogie's name...it's Doogie. Well that is not his birthname. That will forever remain a mystery for several reasons. First, I am not fluent in Dog language so I could ( Read more... )

a.k.a. octopi will lead us into the future ( Read more... )

The wart

Your existence was less a slow process

than a sudden explosion of life

much like the sunflowers I planted

and swiftly proceeded to neglect throughout harvest

until they staged a coup in the soil, proclaiming

“do not go gentle into that good night!”

It’s been four years

since that tiny cauliflower flaked skin

sprouted from the tip of my left ( Read more... )

The fear of losing all my loved ones:

Mother, father, lover.

Close in age and ailing,

They create the unstated physics

By which I live.  Without it,

I would float from my gravity.

The fear of growing old, creased by regret.

The fear of your knowing these fears

Are only the beginning.  What if my heart

Starts foraging in alleys for scraps?

I fear you may ( Read more... )

Three hours after leaving the bed empty,

still burning.

the rain drops split the windshield,

stratified leafy vein structures

vacating Death’s alley:

the swirling asphalt below.

the complicated path tongues take to arrive at mouth.

the stink of ghosts and sweat.

calculating the slow burn of raised tissue

where idol hands, burdened by the residue

Of ( Read more... )