non/fiction and poetry
These are the best of the best. Or they’re just really cool pieces.
Whatever. They’re my favorites.
I’ve got a/ Synecdoche Complex/ And one-way glasses stashed in my Barbie Car
Lanterns and Torches and Weapons
Gonna come kiss me on the cheek, Mr. Mailman?/ Bring your pretty fat friends./ Lanterns and torches and weapons.
and A desperate call for Batman / Comes/ Popping paisley-cut/ Corduroy/ A cracked bag of gummy worms
He stands with attention to invisible seas/ Awaiting a bottle marked off with his dreams
Dutifully stuff your ears to the perpetual shout/ That rings from versed high-stacked stone beneath the rûach’s aural tone.
“1 COFFEE: ASK ME.” What did she do that she was out and about at eight-thirty every evening? I suspected she was a spy for the higher customers, sent by them to fish for the best caffeine to fuel the addictions of the upper class. Armed with a dollar and six cents and her knowledge of the willingness of us, the Creatures With Hats, she demanded the best grounds and the freshest poison for her drowsy employers. Well, her game was up. I knew of her secret night-life and the reasons for the stains on her teeth.
I press her face to the chains and run as fast as I can, tearing her through the aluminum.
Someone turned all our Cokes to booze and suddenly, I was dancing all over her and ripping her dress at the hem from stepping on it, but she just absolved my sins and we started all over.
Somebody told us one time that, for a school project, he took all the flat parts of the world and taped stapled and glued to them dark bits that spun around and stretched like rubber bands so that no part would have to be too dark for too long and every color got his fair percent.
“Honey, where’s your car?”
“My heart is missing.”
“It’s probably in your car.”
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