over easy

pay day means a trip to the bank and a trip to the diner for some eggs. sitting in the corner booth over a greasy plate with rye toast, bacon, home fries and a cup of coffee, it is important to try to eat slowly. with no one to talk to all there is toContinue reading “over easy”

tridactyl limbs

strong arm lack of arm strength into the residual slump of solitude blues resting with snap dragons and dandelions biding time ’til blossoming the big albino child dead in the water since replaced by a dozen normal flesh toned adolescents hiding under the sheets before school hoping to wake up.

negative one

halfway around the block i dug my hands into my coat pockets for some warmth and discovered one of the bright green earth friendly, biodegradable, dog shit bags you had given me for christmas last year. all of the others had been used for their intended purpose, then discarded into neighbor’s garbage bins, alongside houses,Continue reading “negative one”

Sanguine Daydream

I cannot yet understand the way love builds the way love is the way it hurt to walk ten feet to type this, opposite of the joy with which my folks take photos of themselves smiling, by the lighthouse, at dusk. The way someone forces you to build yourself, the way someone forces you toContinue reading “Sanguine Daydream”

Dreams Come Like A Shadow With Hands Around The Throat

The way Twain said to kill darlings I am trying to kill friends, murdering the worst parts of myself… Leaving New York City I tried to yell goodbye to my mother and brother as they crossed the street and I headed down into the cold subway, but they did not recognize me, thought I wasContinue reading “Dreams Come Like A Shadow With Hands Around The Throat”

Time Flies When All Of Your Clocks Have Dead Batteries

Had the office set up for two months before I ever sat at the desk, next to the fishtank where algae tarnished the glass and the bookshelf overflowed with old books and dust, and sitting there at the keyboard I did not feel good, wanting to weep at my failures, the passage of time andContinue reading “Time Flies When All Of Your Clocks Have Dead Batteries”

Northern Lights

Brought the Bhavagad Gita on a weekend trip to the mountains but didn’t read a page, arguing about bullshit instead. Each night I experienced a lucid dream, one with three dimensional t-rexes reaching across my brothers bunk, one with a shadowed man, silhouetted, tapping on the window glass. During the day the dog swam forContinue reading “Northern Lights”

Secrets

Graffiti on the bridge reads, “ADULTHOOD IN A NUTSHELL: The light inside has broken but I still work.” On the desk Mr. Potato head looks funny in his spectacles, so I laugh. Box fan on low, pointed in my general direction, secret bedroom door shining light from the cracks while boxsprings creak in rhythm; letContinue reading “Secrets”

Young Again

All of the college girls are home for summer and I plan to impregnate them all to save us both from the circular conversations about backpacking in Europe and where to live and if grad school is a good idea and how to “just live” for a while. I plan to impregnate them all soContinue reading “Young Again”

Regulars

In coffee shops everyone has their story: The schizophrenic, PJ, who lost years of his life to speed and psychedelics, in-and-out of mental institutions, where he was electrocuted on a regular basis, fed soup every day of the same variety, while working on his manuscript and ingesting cacti that led him to seeing ghosts inContinue reading “Regulars”