she spread herself out on the floor in plain view of everyone, her breasts sagging spitefully (only twenty) in twin hyperboles toward the rug, small ascetic figure sucking and tugging impatiently at the crowded air in the room. syrupy whisky convolutions showing mixtures of desire and jetlagged realization, she's no more lovely than the wrought ( Read more... )

i pulled my heart down from the little unsteady twigs ( Read more... )

If you find yourself here on my side of town ( Read more... )

I saw a man pursuing the horizon,
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said.
"You can never-"

"You lie!" he cried,
And ran on.

-- Stephen Crane

i've had these coiled up tense nervy inclinations ( Read more... )

If my memory had the body
Of a servant of thief
I would pursue it until it
Returned what it had stolen:
Already it blurs your face
With the faces of strangers.

--from Absence, Stephen Dobyns

i miss jon, but he does not like any of us any more since his brain has been stolen away by pussy ( Read more... )

Beware, Diomedes! Forbear, Diomedes! Do not try to put yourself on a level with the gods; that is too high for a man's ambition. The immortal gods are one race, men that walk upon the earth are another.

written last night, after bourbon and scotch mixed in the same glass (glasses..). a moment of quiet emotional tyranny in my life ( Read more... )

thoughts and memories displaced - timelines destroyed. shift in reason and rationale. dirty bathroom karma. i wish i had old bay seasoning and a hot bath. the house to myself. and a movie - the red violin, a river runs through it. i know this is not possible. but things will eventually quiet themselves in my head. the discord disharmony ( Read more... )