I imagined a cascade of slow death for all / that mattered…
I buy too much, for someone of my stature. could pawn a skinny metaphor to purchase a plump skin. its reputed in our lineage— to daydream a life that shreds our pockets.
I slumped in front of a massive desk, a passive patient corroded with failure and dread.
Empty vessels make the most sound, I think, as you rip the fairy lights off the handrail.
I tap at the alphabet while a single deer taps at the dirt beyond the brush on the far side of the tree line.
If my life was the size of my arm, I would stretch it out for you.
Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time
I like to think I’m also sprung, released from the furnace knocks, done with the heavy meat stews and salty soups.
I imagine that undressing a color, though, would be so much like peeling a memory away from the grey and the white matter of your brain.
here is the sky in stop motion, flickering, a still shot in monochrome
Even from this distance I could go out the door it would bang shut and crumble
I suffer visions and many indignities while looking for the Lobster
I have an axe with hearts gashed
Just starlight and some small scribbling across vinyl.
You’ve spent a lifetime training for this.
You let the yellow glow from eye sockets. The building up the street is burning faster and faster.
my love is a glass shard, a knife made of madness and moonlight, and there are already way too many fragments in this house
Mostly he ate what was put on his plate snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack Once a zipper Unzipped
The two of us toast to a man we both love, to whatever degree, clink our glasses and laugh…
you know that baby swallows make silver ripples in wild rivers to court reeds?