by to dread, bodied
by my Full,
Too true.

a car is a place.

Birthed.

How horrible. A car.

Once, a gradeschool teacher told me,

“Beleaguer.”

When I met you you were warm and precious.

You are larger and I don’t like it.

Peach-shaped buzzsaw carve off the cradle’s face. Search behind your zipper for a harrumph. Fasten a transponder to the underside of your chin and wait for me to find you. There’s a movie where a doctor saves coffee farmers in feudal New Jersey. I gave it four boxes of Twizzlers. Traffic cops princess when possible. Yogurt isn’t the only ticket but ( Read more... )

Suicide for provocateurs.

Flypaper, flypaper, make me a match. Walk in from the left and turn your eyes on the commissary. Here there are women and women more. You know them all. In your loft there’s a guarantee. A vagabond girl. She’s coming. She’s on her way. Before she arrives you better clean up. Make the place presentable. It has one floor and one ceiling and one ( Read more... )

When your wife’s terms turns your stomach ( Read more... )

As I have now absorbed the reductivist possibilities of this path I was to have seen before taken, I regret that the worst parts of this stumbling are that we enjoy it. It exists as the television of absolute time ( Read more... )

A sermonette on coordination sparking sparkling acclamation. Fifty-or-so sets of hands clapping. Candlight dying as the night grows up. One more quick galaxy before we carriage. Paperboys loiter impregnating the stage directions with disorienting tension. Torsion pops perverts’ hands from their wrists. Their night-toucher hands pyramid on the ( Read more... )

If you suppose I’m a razor
I am a blister
Your centipede’s leg
Has a blister
Oh-Come-Along
Your jester’s insisted
The mine, the me
The A-Lister

Business as usual. Chopping up lines, antagonizing the tarantula with weed smoke, fixing a butter sandwich. Holding out a hand to try and stop speeding cars. Attempting to touch time. To put a finger in it and stretch it apart ( Read more... )