Missed Connection (“That Was Some Party”)

Late into the night at Smith’s party, you were drinking something neon green, made with tequila, that wasn’t a margarita. We talked about how you wished you had one of those little umbrellas. It was you, me, Smith, and four others and none of us knew the others because we were still wearing our masquerade costumes. I remember the way we bonded under the intense fear and atmosphere of general distrust of one another as we, one-by-one, met grisly ends in the deadly game of cat and mouse that ensued. If you remember me I’d love to see you again. I was the one with kind of blonde-ish hair that wasn’t murdered by the end of the night.

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Published in: on December 11, 2016 at 5:57 pm  Leave a Comment  

Anterofit

Someday we’ll replace ourselves
Part by part
Because we were sold the idea
Of the supremacy of metals and plastics
And we will continue
Until only the brain remains
Capable of still wondering
How it got this far
And how much time it has left

Published in: on March 5, 2015 at 1:37 pm  Leave a Comment  

inclement whether

On kite-flown fields we stood,
and gaze aligned therefrom,
went heavenward to ground.
We followed those stares down:
Eyes dark then did alight
On feet, unknowing where
our feet should go.
We fled the fielded land.
Directionless we ran.

And over-shoulder, sprinting,
saw the cloud-banks billow
black and set to follow;
Past past we moved to morrow.
Fields failed and then fell fallow.

Sun, curtained was covered
And shadows closed to claim us.
The rain threatened to reign us.
And thunder clapped applause
and flung arc-lights to blind us;
alight our lupine flight up-slope.
We bolted from the bolts.

We reached the peak and there
Surveyed the drowning flood:
The marshes made to mud,
the former land awash,
and all the marks erased.
From shattered sticks and brush
We built a roof
from the castaways of trees.
Sought shelter in the now:
Our prior path destroyed
by the indifference of clouds.

Published in: on February 21, 2015 at 10:41 am  Leave a Comment  

restlessness

electricwire hum,
arcing brainthrough
in cicadapitches. Harrowing,
sleepceasing; erases
the punctuation of slumber

Published in: on February 21, 2015 at 10:37 am  Leave a Comment  

we are so easily contained

Future archaeology will probably just involve computer forensics. Its weird to think that everything there is to know about our culture is probably just going to be on an old hard drive somewhere in a hundred years’ time.

Published in: on February 21, 2015 at 10:28 am  Leave a Comment  

hack writer

The problem was, life turned out to lack any coherent narrative structure. In reflecting, he would attempt to impose one upon it, as one does with dreams when trying to describe them; and all context and tone would be lost in the attempt to organize events for clarity. Life did not have rising action, a climax or denouement – or, when those elements did occur, they’d happen at all the wrong places. The whole thing was terribly plotted, and damn near unpublishable in its current form.

Published in: on February 21, 2015 at 10:25 am  Leave a Comment  

abyss

Abyss stares back-

devoid of awkward eye-contact.

Seductive ploy employs;

its voice a void you can’t avoid.

Whispers, sweet nothings.

Published in: on February 21, 2015 at 10:23 am  Leave a Comment  

Selfish

You cannot ask a butterfly

To drift into the lizard’s throat

To prevent a hurricane

Published in: on February 21, 2015 at 10:18 am  Leave a Comment  

sink

Losing to the foundering:
Lash me to the world, and
I’ll captain it;
slip beneath indifferent waves.

Published in: on February 21, 2015 at 10:15 am  Leave a Comment  

engraved

lettered stone erodes
with no regard 
for the content of its language

Published in: on February 21, 2015 at 10:13 am  Leave a Comment