Automatic Static

Conjoined protractors measure proclivity in inverse parallels, negating the subjugated need. If only the conquerors Had similar technology, perhaps we’d not be buried in the vast electric haze. When thinking is a shock, the system … Read more

Tenuous Portent

The bait shop’s been decorated with cornstalks and old flags. Another seasonal war appears. The leaf wrencher attacks the futile pushcart vendor. The fatalistic pharmacist overpacks his capsules. Morning mists, like gray troops, storm the … Read more

Meteor Town

Showering stars are descending. Each crater creates a new park. It’s Meteor Town never ending. A literal scream after dark. O where are you now, Stephen Hawking? The bodies are outlined in chalking. Who’d guess … Read more

Shallow Dive Syndrome

I remember eating supper Off of father’s head. Shallow dive syndrome Had left his noggin Flat as a table. Even the egg rolls Wouldn’t roll off. Sometimes he’d cut his hair In checkerboard pattern, And … Read more

Expansive Teak

Please excuse My imported furniture If it shifts slightly Toward the east While we’re eating. It’s always pining For its homeland Or fighting with the china. One morning I awoke To discover two chairs Had … Read more

Cherry Idiots On Fire

There is always pastry by the water. Small wooden men tending cork boats. Hooked shadows and light knives. Another bloated body found unbuttered. A meager crowd of infidels resurfaced. Specialists and wharf rats hone their … Read more

Parse With Me, Helen

I’ve misplaced my stack of adverbs. My adjectives have all gone moldy. Nouns abound, like circus clowns. But most of my verbs are long expired. I’ve always been anti-pronoun, And prone to conjunctivitis. But I … Read more

OSTINATO

Bernard Herrmann, Bernard Herrmann, Bernard Herrmann, Wasn’t German, Wasn’t German, Wasn’t German. He grew up in New York City, New York City. And his music wasn’t pretty, was it pretty? It was Psycho. It caused … Read more

Going, Going, Gone

Mantle’s dead. The world is upside down. Drunk on fastballs; missed the hanging curve. Now no more facades. Gone the oil and leather. Left to limp alone this outfield stretch of time. Warning tracks in … Read more