¿Te he dicho del cubo? ¡El cubo! ¡Tan pequeño que me aparecería ahora, pero tan gigante que me aparecía entonces! Se llenaba con juguetes diversos de comida y platos, muchos de los que tenían etiquetas de marcas imaginarias. A menudo yo imaginaba los tipos de empresas imaginarias que las manufacturarían. Cada mañana de domingo, empezando […]
No! You can’t leave. Not yet! … We’ve just started. I won’t let you! … [It slips out the fire ‘scape.] Though in my eye ’twas all the time, it ‘scaped my sight till th’apex of its flight. Where did the warm orange tea go? Ran out the door hours ago; & it didn’t even […]
For hours I’d gaze up @ those spritely flames Bourn by the coupling ‘tween sunset & clouds, & meshed e’en mo’ unscorched in icy rain, With thunder white & hot—& just as loud. I spread my arms & wait for rain to flood Around my body, soul, & coupon stashes— Veins running @ the touch […]
River rings spread to me, stroking finger in the sea; pockmarked lights, fog snug tight, shadow pines gently glide. When life puts carpet in your food, be smooth— There’ll always be another moon. When th’world eats you without a chew, just coo, ‘Cause there’ll always be another moon. Patter patter, branches battered, skies scattered, colors […]
Snap! “O, it’s OK: I’ve got the others.” But then the last heart string snapped & he was choked by blood —which doesn’t taste like pizza sauce.
Water down-drain1st light @ nighton a wild train.
Shit. I almost forgot to dump the bucket ‘gain. The bucket must be dumped whenever it gets full, or it’ll spill & feed mold, killing us all with its toxic fumes. But 1 day I will forget. I try not to, but my mind, it slips. I can’t waste time– there’s only so much; but […]
Accompanying music. April is the coolest month1, breeding flies & leaking oil. ¡Plastic stomachs’ filthy fluff! ¡Mattresses with ripped-up coils! Here the seagulls sing their squawks through the acid lemon rain over rusty concrete blocks with glass shards & worthless change. Spread your arms, feel all the brine, bang your heads while ravens cry, «HURRY […]
