It’s all out of tune now, notes melting into minor keys, fifths, diminished. Down they go, as if dribbling south on cold glass. Sweated, unredeemable.
Bones. Things that balloon or are meaty. Some swollen. Sore sinews, feeble signals. The living pain. Where is redress? Where is forgive? We hang in the balance.
When they went to clean out the dead man’s room, one could see their noses wrinkle from the smell of his cigar years. There was sweeping and wall washing to … Continue Reading Memento
and, why did you cry when you saw that cute little girl in the TV commercial? She was laughing and happy, but you cried. In these bumbling years of ours, … Continue Reading Muffled rumors
i am one with hands hang they like meats today grab one that’s numb work it up and down hold it by the thumb gelatinous with bones the slow burning … Continue Reading The slow burn
I’m seeing someone. She knows a lot about me, more than I know myself. I’m finding out how hard it is to give honesty, such a lonely word. It really … Continue Reading the rapist
Sober Second Thought’s buckled down, still, on his moldering throne. Wand waving, face saving, keeping the faith. Watching, with detachment, nervous amusement, and what’s close to despair, as things begin … Continue Reading The doubtful King
Tie-dye me a shirt the purple and ochre of bruise. I’ll salt it away in a drawer, and save it for a rainy day like this. If only you knew … Continue Reading A rainy day
Clarice awakes, but her dream abides. Don’t be offended when she speaks pleasantries, or not at all. What you might hear is only a placeholder for a short story of … Continue Reading The Difference
So. Not for a while now have I felt that I could point the way, suggest, show interest. So, let’s seize this day that’s given. Let’s walk by the water. … Continue Reading Carpe Diem
Clarice walks above and below us. Lives in a dream, exiled from this plane by an unknown puppeteer. For her, great fears that would kill one of us, but high … Continue Reading The Exile