I’m trying too hard to get thereand missing the moment that I went from not knowingto knowledgeit’s happening, not what’s happenedit’s learning while livingwith no concept of… Read more “The black plastic flatware cutler at high noon”
Tag: humans
Caligula Effects near a Wobbly Moon
Something pretty sitting next to youin full view of the entire world as they gosomething enviable to the kind who envy thingsand faces and accessoriesand there’s something… Read more “Caligula Effects near a Wobbly Moon”
When You Stop Shopping for Humans
I have to say when I met you earlier I did want you to put your arms around me and pull me close and kiss me like… Read more “When You Stop Shopping for Humans”
The Arrow Collar Man’s Unshirted Hell
Watch your mouth.Mind your business.Don’t start none, won’t be none. I’m confident that there is a demographic of the US Population that is very familiar with the… Read more “The Arrow Collar Man’s Unshirted Hell”
Sanctimonius Proventialism
I can’t remember why Ionly get tattoos down the left side of my bodyprefer bleu cheese over ranch saucesmake to do lists even on days I ain’t… Read more “Sanctimonius Proventialism”
Pumpkinseed Sunfish
I could have sworn I was sleeping and as clearly as I can see the sun shining in my window and illuminating cobwebs I’m most certainly going… Read more “Pumpkinseed Sunfish”
Tempering Immersive Realities
It is easiest to flip over to frustratedwhen things are not perfectwhen you don’t think of the right answerin the momentwhen you’re not in control of outcomesand… Read more “Tempering Immersive Realities”
My little Superfluidmicroconductor
I know negativity intimatelywe ain’t just acquaintancesthis is a relationshipdissonance without dissidentsHe proposes and I acquiesceHe tries to fade out but I remind him to persistHe wears… Read more “My little Superfluidmicroconductor”
Maybe it is Dirty Whore Syndrome…
I heard an orchid say I’m sure the view looks better with me in his passenger seat…I heard an iris admit he liked dirty panties and sucking… Read more “Maybe it is Dirty Whore Syndrome…”
Modesty Curtains and Garlic Smashers
Specks upon specksbreathing down necksyour peril and mine intertwine and align with stars and stripes and chainsupsetting the balance of nothingsmoving surfaces knock people downswirling around and… Read more “Modesty Curtains and Garlic Smashers”
