pictures against the blue
never right sugar cube poetry that disintegrates in coffee it should be wired like whiskey even if it doesn’t have bourbon teeth so it can bite you through the cup the plug in your head the febrile heat of an internal sun…
Tag: musehick publications
Exhale The King
The fragments of a baby are scattered on the ground in a way that suggests it was dipped in liquid nitrogen before the perpetrator took a hammer to it. There is a cephalopod in a squeeze maze while Captain Beefheart plays. A…
baa
hello funk, here you are hello punk, i feel your scar hello jazz, you set the bar george clinton makes a connection bob marley in the selection bill frissel in a direction inner direction i can learn a science in a perfect…
Title
I don’t really plan out the way a book is going to end – I am a by-the-seats-of-your-pants writer. Why? Because it makes it more interesting for me, and hopefully more alive for the reader. I do sometimes write out the chapter…
Perspective Collapse
How long to turn John into a Camera Head – walking existential trigger point? Finger snap. Camera snap. Shoot. Sniper. Photographer. He has people in his crosshairs always. John roaming around, subvocal binary spew infecting the electronics, and subliminal commands in the…
the high
the eye the aye the i we see moving towards the yes making it part of self vision agreement understanding
Writing Conditions
If you need mascots to be able to write, what will you do if you ever lose them? If you have only one place you can write, what if you were unable to return there? It can be easy to convince yourself…
weighting around
under the hang handle on an umbrella rain for a head-dress held in place this stuck moment this jellyfish dream choosing not to breathe seas seize seethe
Intellectual?
It is interesting when you write what most people consider to be pretty esoteric shit, and it is dressed up in a cobbled together pseudo-science that draws from a probably skewed view of physics, and a knowledge of the way language works,…
The Era Of Left Behind
She orbits around him sometimes. He orbits around her at others. There are other satellites which move through the space. Broken bodies in the skies; shattered angels. Is this era alive? Is this a fallow period where the dreams are not planted?…