the continuing meal
able to eat the meat meet the lie in the middle dream it isn’t a being that your teeth aren’t sharp for a reason but every so often ghosts seep in and you have to sleep in because nightmares brew it’s what…
Tag: muse
Fiction Writer
He never names names, and he makes up locations, and he says that what he has maintained is the kernel of truth. He is a fiction writer. You speak to him and you wonder, especially if he glazes over and tunes you…
bruised apple thinking
not loving the bruised apple philosophy pulling the thoughts at the stem so they do not bruise i place them carefully in a container one apple is brown from being dropped we will store the damage for the winter pretend we have…
pairs
where the truth fails something vital burned down and you have to see it you aren’t building a house of cards you are the pig with bricks so don’t shuffle, step along your heart atop a feather your hand reaching identifying the…
fire between breaths
you have to set fire to your head periodically because it is made of old pages and you can taste the dust do you want to be bookshelves? or are you in nervous fingers at a reading where someone interprets their favourite…
the soundtrack prism
what’s your rhythm? soundtrack prism you are meeting in the tracks you weren’t wax you were mixtapes and mix cds and playlists shared you cared about the music not a greatest hits fan a little pedantic sometimes great at pub quizzes but…
Intermediary Connectors
Intermediary connectors were legaly required for any kind of pre-legal contract relationship. If you weren’t using a biofilter connector when you were engaged in genital connection then you legally had no leg to stand on. For women the devices helped to prevent…
petty political broadcast
petty political broadcast the words aren’t about the people and the war isn’t waged for them either it’s about the business of revenge it’s not served cold here it’s a steaming pile and it smells bad it sounds sad does it even…
the heart of are
you are photocopy tongue swimming in the toner the ink of another’s think plagiarism’s stink some don’t even blink the replay of the motion the emptied out emotion no care, no devotion just replication loose recreation tourists at christ’s last station make…
looking to be
are you looking to be a gumbo? thinking of being a scrapbook? aiming for something jazz? not interested in playing it straight do your boots say it? do your trousers say it? does your shirt say it? does your jacket say it?…