Heavy thighs and miserable eyes, she calls herself a bitch but she is crying all the time. She is toughest when she stands naked, hands on hips, legs spread shoulder wide. She asks you for her name, she smiles every time, she looks at her watch which doesn’t work. You fall in love with her absence but that fades quickly enough because you never leapt the precipice to bring her back. Since all she wanted was for you to hold her hand and kiss her tenderly. Stroking her hair would have been nice too. There is that feeling once in a while in your belly when you misplace your wallet and keys and you hope she has stolen them. Then you find them where you put them down last but she is gone. A long time ago.
Late at night at the bar realizing only afterward how irritating to chat about work when all I want to do is have a good time with friends.
If I knew where the good songs came from I’d go there often.
The heaviest day, humid and cold in winter rain. The coat is heavy, the day is grey. The time is early. The whole day ruined by a stray curl.
Sweet perfidious, make me tear.
Found something supernatural and it’s coming for you.
No where to end.
The rays of the light in the eyes of friends in the delight of the toothy smile.
Lips move but nothing comes out.
I’ve seen it but I’ve seen nothing.
Someone once asked me if the animals in the zoo, if they ever try to kill themselves, I tell them, despite man’s best effort to kill them first, yes they do. Ever since the earliest zoo, irritating people have tried to do the same thing as animals in captivity. How many times has a young woman slid over the barrier of the polar bear’s enclosure? The young men pick the lion’s. Rarely are they ever more than swatted or maimed. Individuals who know entomology find the right spider’s vivarium among the displays. They are the interesting ones but they rarely survive even for a conversation. They leave an undisturbed beauty of a corpse of themselves. Except for the red welts on their hands.
I am the photo seen
I am the photo please
Do not reckon I will be believed
I was a long lost friend
I had this thought we could hold on
I am alone too long
I am grief
Good grief
Why so irritable
So easy to tears
Intrusive bark and traffic hum
Sirens no longer draw us in
Licked by suffering
I am the photo
You stand beside him in the sky of the terminal staring into his fuzz-haired neck, and catch your breath. I have never seen this man before. Where could we possibly go? Together?
I hesitate to like. There is a commanding. Regimented. Indecision.
Arrogant. Haughty. Imperfect. Treasure imperfection. It rules life. All beauty consists of imperfection. Look at anything beautiful and notice the flaw that sets off the beauty.
You are happy by yourself. You say you need solitude, the journey.
I met a woman with two whips and I don’t know what she means
Squalloopi
Rivets for a nose
I miss all the worlds we destroyed at night
Super elastic bubble plastic
War
Oil
Candy candy
Amazing! A perfect Japanese breakfast!
“Hell is empty. All the devils are here.”
- William Shakespeare, The Tempest
Twilight Zone
East Side Motel
Constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating.
Where is everybody?
5
4
3
2
Temptation
Die already
Welcome home!
Empty streets…
Oh, it’s empty
FINAL MARKETS
The Post Journal
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LATE NEWS FLASHES
BURIED ALIVE for 3700 years!
TARGET EARTH
A failure I am an error
She was running toward the cliff
The scream is dead.
“…And these children
that you spit on
as they try to change their world
are immune to your consultations.
They’re quite aware of what they’re going through…”
- David Bowie
Bathhouse
You’re staring at me, you know.
1 + 3 = B
All I know how to do is take off my clothes.
NUDE ON THE MOON
DAVID BOWIE
Her hair wrapped around me, drowning me
She takes your pixels, she takes them away.
There is the figure, a ghost of a young boy, dressed in white bed clothes, peeking around the corner of the barn in the photograph.
A feeling of sadness seemingly without a cause.
The city is a sequential experience of hardness. All her regrets leave her in the dust. She cannot best his tenderness for her. The sky is blue and her tears are true.
The turgid green canals go oily black at night. The uniformity of the boats and the houses is mesmerizing. She would be worth following into the dirt. One long night, Sophie.
Always spirits never chains. Saturnalia will never fail you, bacchanalia will never fail you. Flying saucers and mountains of drums. The possibilities of entrapment.
Treat the panther like a cat and it acts like a cat on steroids.
Spare a drag? Searching for the cigarette smoke of nights gone by, swimming in the pool in the rain. Lobbing memories into him like spears into priceless flesh. She told him to call her Penny Gaff.
It goes all wrong in the building that never ends, there is some girl, with her legs almost unlocked. Dust itches his eyes. She doesn’t listen and that is irrelevant.
Some girl with a tattoo talking at random. Did you touch my fish? Don’t tell me what you think. The thin stream of sex she intended. Her name was Noice.
Alla says she is vain and afraid that she’ll leave nothing of herself behind when she dies, nothing to be remembered by… An actress is dead when the last person to remember her dies! And that is not enough for her!
Agonistes, saber tooth and tusk.
Sometimes there are better ones sometimes there are better zeroes.
Interesting how this feeling is intensified beyond tolerance as though it will destroy me. But isn’t that the point? Annihilate the self. Wow! Where am I going today?
All their wires drive me crazy, Station Meriwether.
Big is intimidating. Small is unstoppable.
I caught my youth in your teeth, you shattered across my window screen into a pile of blood diamonds. We had fun playing pinball, lights and bells in your eyes while I smoked my last cigarette. You paused the ball with a bumper and said my teeth will be grey in twenty years and I begged to differ that they would be yellow and ashen from red wine. How could you sit naked on hotel bed spreads? She’d say why must everything be a critique of the present moment? Isn’t that.. and she’d interrupt me with a stare. Her eyes go white when she moves things with her mind, things float around like balloons but she couldn’t quite make them settle where she wanted and they broke on the carpeting if they were fragile. Remember Hannah Höch, that is how I see people sometimes. Who is Mimesis? He said you were but I disagreed. Know what Columbus wrote after he met the Arawaks? “With fifty men we could subjugate them all and make them do whatever we want.”. But now they can do that with paper by making it green and worthless. She said about the 1930’s Depression that the decadence of wealthy people was what was devastating. But he said it was a hardship to live without money. She responded with you get accustomed to it. And he wanted the last word saying, then you die.
The unease subsides and something marvelous happens. A breathing space is discovered, time alters, the imagination and creativity expands, and now you are free forever.
