Me, I will slowly pull myself apart: fingernails, heart, vocal folds, tendons; I will pour my liquids into a bucket: blood, water, stomach acid, urine; I will section and cube myself out, a series of Lego building blocks, multiplying to smaller bits as I focus; the energy in one pile the matter in another; the … Continue reading Deconstructed II
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Apartment F204
I'm counting on the silent metal rods they hold back the unwanted one two three four five six they hold back the outside there are copies of copies of the insert and one master that can fill any a perfect fit for all somewhere in the deep oblivion of a pocket the clouds and the … Continue reading Apartment F204
Orbit
We're floating through it all, you know? by "it all" I guess I mean some scattered particles here and there We're just a larger bit of condensed-ness falling asifthereweresomething thatcouldpushusapart otherthanourownselfishness we think of our invulnerability launching fire to the heavens crushing great comets preparing to bleed them dry knowing that it would only come … Continue reading Orbit
The Alien with the Orange Teapot
It's funny, I'm sitting in some coffee shop in Santa Fe, drinking a house brewed kombucha, scolding myself for the hipster tendencies that crawl beneath my skin like so many sub-dermal potato bugs, or an old cough that won't go away, the remnant descendants of this season's Rhinovirus clinging to the edges of my esophagus, … Continue reading The Alien with the Orange Teapot
How To Eat The World
Step 1: Wash your hands. This will ensure that you will not get yourself sick, the world is a disgusting place, full of bacteria and viruses and washing hands WITH SOAP is vital it is a given step in any course of events that involves feeding yourself [or food handling in general] Step 2: Take … Continue reading How To Eat The World
Days of Silence
it's all lost glue and peanut butter the cat ran away with it it's been bitten mouth to mouth Heimlich Maneuver CPR Certified purple lipped finger under nose I rub my cheek feeling the hollowed out cave where it used to sit existing in a rotating desk chair pinched between two incisors all business until … Continue reading Days of Silence
To My Duvet
I do owe you an apology, an apology for leaving so early this morning, I could tell you were begrudgingly allowing me to escape to slip quietly into my shoes and out the door away from our ritualistic torques and contortions away from the far side of the moon; away from empty metal pitchers and … Continue reading To My Duvet
Any God Given Day, 2017
He looks to reality Up from ice and pressed bean the swipe the swipe the swipe less and less and less nothing truly there only a number slowly counting down from imagination to movement the slide to the empty well what is an existence anymore day day day earth flat or round no exploration all … Continue reading Any God Given Day, 2017
Kiss (x4)
The kiss on my cheek, I lay quiet, pulling the heavy duvet over my crunched body becoming something more of a bean than a being: and soft and soft and soft and soft all four quickly in succession across the thin, David Bowie shape of my jaw it's impossible to tell which is what or … Continue reading Kiss (x4)
Blossom
via Daily Prompt: Blossom Standing in the locker room waiting for it all to hush fabric rubbing tightly against arms there's no way in hell this shit is a towel Maybe it could pass for a thin, white brillo pad; arms sawdust, chest hurricane, kneecaps slowly turning marble; exhalation; thoughts slow, water falls infinitely, imagining … Continue reading Blossom
