January 2012
2 posts
Fatigue for the Quail
Leave it to the ballroom dancer; spinning around in circles. Driving all the men wild with her hypnotic smile.
One foot after the other.
Kiss and Tell
[Cai] and I sat awkwardly in the large cubbies (you know, the ones where the tubas go) after band practice and she asked, “Do you want to kiss me?” Of course I did, and then I did. It was dry and ridiculous - kisses by twelve year old boys are. On the walk home, a bird shat on my head and trombone. I went to kiss [N] on the mouth, but instead, I chickened out and moved my lips up to kiss her on...
December 2011
0 posts
.9 Tension & Release
I’ve lost my arm in the battle; digital swipes leaving limbs untied. Versus the Beast, you procure the plasticized. And the church is burned down - a million kids’ static bones charred on the ground. It skinned the young ones down.
And he said, ”Baby, your lips are red like an apple, just give me one nibble.”
“Now step back, Beast; I am Pixl.”
Little boys...
August 2011
1 post
.8 Enter the Sun Beast
It was born into a child like vibrancy. Impregnated with the ocean shimmering. A mother to a babe of blues and greens, smitten in the eyes of a teen.
A mother not ready to carry the beast. But that’s what the traveling man gave her between the sheets.
A haunting growth for nine months between a scheduled trip to a new form of celibacy. And the fire in her chest suffocating the life she...
June 2011
1 post
3 tags
.7 The Flight, Part I
The story’s spread across the sheet of paper, like a crook without a cause. Twenty-six, twenty-five, twenty-four, now hit the floor. Above the cluster of sticks and twigs, I stand with the game rigged to win. Club in hand, now it’s time to land this one.
Forgive me this day, it was the only way to get things going. Time to board the ship that’s set my path underneath the match.
Number One, let’s...
April 2011
5 posts
.6 Uncle Elephant
They must shine near fierce fascination, gladly despairing the sympathy in satisfaction. Summoned by catastrophic disease, inside the barrel of a gun I can’t see. R. I. F. L. E. Come on, baby, won’t you rifle me.
Who is the constant? Where is the constant? I am the constant.
Open your eyelids - raise the bar to the maximum degree. Synthesizing this se(a)quence of constant. This wasn’t an accident....
.5 Pleasures
I can see galaxies – all the tragedies and earthly falsities. I’m like the piper calling his rats to the streets. Hiding indecision, hiding everything. I know I’ve found the time, whistling in the moonlight.
Mother, oh Mother, can the children come out and play? I taste the lipstick on my pillow and on my teeth.
I am that striptease.
Your body’s a roadmap, lined with cracks. Slide your...
.4 Marrow, the Anchor
We’re stuck between positive and negative polarity. And the wind will lift us off the ground, for our bones are hollow. Like a mocking bird or swallow… this bone marrow we’ve found will anchor us to the ground.
Like magnets clung to opposing sides, we’ll hold the chest of mine. This mercury boiling in lungs like cauldrons steam up through throats parting lips that’ll hiss:
“Do you see...
.3 Language of Leaves
I see the ships stirring in the distance. I see the ships setting sail for business. I see the ships transporting the sickness. I’ve been assigned to deliver the package. But what’s inside this box, I have to know. Curiosity bubbling to the point of… no, no I can’t open it. I got to deliver this package to the subconscious mind and everybody will find a way to my insides through my eyes.
And...
.2 Zakynthos
Torching the forensic files to ashes that cover these scars, was the prevention plan obviating the obtuse stars. Fall free from this periphery gone stagnant from the fringe; dangling oh so flaccid. It’ll mend you in a universe that falls in one place, flaunting a well decorated lace of satin masquerading around a face that remarks, “Bleed now, because here come the...
February 2011
1 post
4 tags
.1 written down for me, but for all of You to...
I’ve been lost in my own thoughts for some time now. Not able to remove visions of the past from my head. There was so much good, yet it’s all been forgotten for something new, fresh, or otherwise not me.
I’m waiting to forget あなた, or for あなた to remember me.
I’ve all the time in the world, but during these moments I think too hard. Everything I do, watch, take part in...
September 2010
1 post
6 tags
四 エミともり (the fruit)
For days at a time, Ehme would vanish for hours.
“I’ll be back momentarily, my sweet Den,” she would say each time.
But where was she going, it would wonder each time she would depart.
The leaves had their own ideas of her absence.
The Doubting Leaf would say, “She’s probably going to see her other lover; she cares not for you anymore, Den. Why else would...
August 2010
3 posts
3 tags
三 Fetish, or...
Nights with Ehme were filled with somber whimpering and joyful dreams.
Of which…
—-
A fuzzy blur of light started off most of Den’s dreams.
But this dream was unlike the others before it. For in it, Den was not alone:
Skipping up to where its roots met soil, a young girl propped her easel and sighed.
What is your name, and what makes you sigh?
Inquisitively, the young...
5 tags
二 Nighttime, enter the Bird
A month now passed, Den had grown. Sadly, leaves had yet to sprout from its gallant branches.
Spending time alone, Den often thought its bare display was a fault of its own.
Is there something wrong with me, thought Den on more than one occasion.
Den had gone an entire Spring and Summer without so much as a single leaf grown. If the Sun had such magnificent plans for Den, then why was it...
5 tags
一 Birth & Baptism
In an unassuming field, under an unassuming but all knowing Sun, a seed transported by the backs of bees lands in a sea of treeless greenery, unassumingly.
Looking around, the field holds nothing, save the memories of past saplings - the ones too weak to hold firm in the unkempt dirt.
But this is where it makes its home. Its home, being here, now, by the grass that surrounds. It being Den,...