February 2012
18 posts
January 2012
4 posts
December 2011
7 posts
“No, no, I am but shadow of myself;
You are deceived, my substance is not here;...”
– William Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part 1 (via liquidnight)
November 2011
12 posts
urban scavenger
The alarm was rarely needed. Some circadian drum sounded each morning in His bones. The coffee, a ritual. A black pool welling in the small space of a mug. World’s Best Grandpa. Half a tank could get him anywhere. Up streets, down boulevards. He knows the route and doesn’t need to spring his eyes of sleep. The spill of light across the pavement as the garage doors open. The drag of...
A moment between Richard and Jimmy
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a bro tale to end all bro tales
something glittering in the gutter
if i was blind i could brush my hands across your face whispering softly, maybe awed gasps “you’re the most beautiful woman” and you’d have to believe me but i can see and every compliment is a come on every observation a yapping drooling reminder of my predatory maleness lolling rolling irises that have seen far more flawless flesh on a screen if i was crippled i could...
October 2011
3 posts
September 2011
2 posts
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August 2011
1 post
fool's guide to amateur lepidoptery
i knew i should not have reached so close to them but well those wings i had never seen such as those i had all this dust on my fingertips maybe if i had stronger pins you’d stay on my board all week
July 2011
1 post
harping on a lesser instrument
stubborn loud bi-polar manipulative whore are mantles that i have borne with small shames yet in recent light i have seen a propensity towards a lighter look towards the tangible reality most of us would call “life” and in that calm and bare illumination this grows apparent: i am loved i am worthy i am something worth a damn not something that crawls, bleats, yelps, scorns, gnashes nor...
June 2011
3 posts
deviations upon a scheme
the terrible part
of deception
is that the true masters
rely less upon the validity of the ruse
more upon the severity of the truth a good liar
can’t weep
can’t sleep
can’t bleat and i want the safety of the serpentine so sincerely yet merely i am one severely
humane human
and the trigger finger is too loose
and the heart is too soft
and the whole point of this rotten...
drinkin' from a fount
this one time
i heard the mere shadow
of an idea
a shattering force of monumental expression
the issue itself was immaterial
the critical portion
was the perception that the mortal coils
surrounding me
were expressing a profound and genuine perspective
narcissus drowned in his own reflection i’d rather die making sure everyone has a beer