Your words have choked my ambience. The droll dithers and hithers in obvious time. A parlance afar. Theresay and herespeak. Leaking meaning to the edges of suicidal sentences. Adverbs and adjectives in combat. Verification intact; … Read more
Festering instincts operate the dead machine. It crawled out from the swamp to infiltrate our lives. Art hoax, junk pile, alien dropping: it watches unceasingly. Nothing now moves or makes the slightest noise. But, somehow, … Read more
We got to run for the border. There ain’t no law and order. It’s comin’ down to clowns wearin’ crowns. The ultimate presumption by bozos with this gumption is we don’t got the sense to … Read more
The edge of a cloud, when dark as a shroud, can cauterize the day, can sweep the blue to Timbuktu and stain the sun away. It can disguise the hour, or else portend a shower, … Read more
Sitting on the front porch of our cortex, numbers shine like highly polished knives, ready to just jump into the vortex, bringing great precision to our lives. All lined up in single file or columns, … Read more
No class on lawn tonight. Too dark for prolonged concentration. Please set timer for last lesson. Return all books with pages cleaned. Marks will be given, then taken away. Thought cannot be taught or bought. … Read more
Somewhere between the felt tip and the ballpoint, waving as its flag a typewriter ribbon, lies in wait the dreaded inky zone. Where fingerprints are commonplace and stamp pads are the norm. Where the badge … Read more
Imagine a box full of answers falling off of the lap of your god, spilling out on the ceiling of this world, where we look up and see them as stars. While we’re ever unsure … Read more
The modern world creaks to a halt. The sun, frozen, leans toward darkness. Apocalypse, now a presumption, a former abstraction, demands a reaction, and the people must vote it down. Across the oceans, our enemies … Read more
We are quite behind in this existence. Ninety-nil is grim beyond persistence. We owe, we owe, and off we go to earn. The answer’s tinder; just how much must burn. Wood, bark, limb, park, vested … Read more
Ah, the cat speaks in riddles, egged on by the birds of summer. He screams for food some fifteen times a day. He counts the seven doors and sixteen windows, licking and scratching his numbers … Read more