Green-glowing leaves, tanned brown by angry suns isn’t what I’m writing ’bout. How scarlet peckers’ needle beats thy drum. They can’t; they don’t exist. Neither dost “thou.” ¿& all those tardy sunset conflagrations? are nothing but your wild imagination. No, no, no… I’ll tell you what it’s all ’bout, I'll tell you what it's all […]
I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. I don’t want to not want to go to work tomorrow. I ne’er want to not go to work tomorrow. But tomorrow always threatens tonight & frightens them ‘way, leaving no one to protect the days, till they, too, ‘scape from me. ¿Now where will I find […]
I'm kidding. No I'm not. I'm proud o' my scrumptious misery. You covet my sorrow like a salty snow cone. You wish you could feel the fresh sting I feel in my chest, the heftiness in my limbs, the fuzzy ache in my brain muscles. Well, you can't have any o' it. It's mine. I […]
You thought I was gone. But you were wrong. You thought I was gone-- but I always come back. Just when you think you can slide back in your easy bed, fed on the cream o' fulfilled dreams... that's when I strike. I'm your AIDS. I ne'er go 'way. & if you go near that […]
It’s the cream in your cup, it’s the feather in your cap, it’s the dice in your hands, it’s the flab in your pan, it’s the color o’ leaves, it’s the holes in cartoon cheese, it’s your knees’ bees, it’s crease in your jeans, it’s the tingling in your knickers, it’s the warning before every […]
I. You think you’re safe from the HAND. You’re wrong. Nobody can ‘scape its righteous wrath. We are mere flesh bags with brains full o’ insects compared to our deductive master. Don’t be prideful ‘nough to think you are free from its natural unnatural rule— to this mighty fist stomping on inferior human minds fore’er […]
O, please, give me your sour & sweet poisoned, juicy starburst dripping with the rich twist o’ cyanide-pill chalk, heart-spiking sugar sharks, thick aquariums o’ soft & safe booze to fill my villi stomach with revolting microbes, & causing my membrane to flap… Year-end songs— Flutters so much. Please rest, bloody heart. ..to kill ‘nother […]
I’m wrong. All wrong. --& I’ve been wrong since the beginning o’ the bomb. «¡Ack! ¡You’re wrong! ¡Stop being so perverse & admit that everyone’s a lemon wedge on the edge o’ tea!» But they’re wrong, & that’s what makes them right, for the wrongest wrong one can wreak is being right. Look @ these […]
I fill my rucksack with pine cones & acorns, stuff closets with branches & boughs— sap so sticky, so golden under the sun— collect stacks o’ grass in pillow cases— tickling my nose with sweet dirt-filled fragrance. They try to stop me. They say I’m crazy. What’s wrong with crazies? What, are they Nazis? ‘Cause […]
I thirst for autumnal rain that tastes o’ English Breakfast Tea. There was none, so I returned to my sand castle under the sea. I returned tomorrow, but they only had summer sunshine that tasted o’ Sunny D, which was all right in itself, I s’pose. But I still wanted that rain. & then they […]
