1. a figure stands unconvinced and under-dressed…STOP PRETENDING! delicate hands debated, in secret, man’s only two, and spreading attributes…CONCEPTION! the figure’s pockets depicted an inner missed understanding…CURRENCY! the clatter of a bucking nickle and quarter…THEY DON’T SEEM AT ALL WORTH THE TROUBLE.

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1. there were rainbows, like operative sparks, between the slits of my eyes…ADORING! warmth had completely surrounded me, reflecting beads, my very being glistened from a tiny recollection of flashes…PERFUME! and the clicking of heels. “EXCUSE ME, ARE YOU SUMMIT THORN, THE PRIVATE DETECTIVE?” i laid quiet though asleep, once we were introduced i’d a feeling there’d be consequences…SILENCE! perhaps she’d only been a dream, an aroused hallucination materialized by the persuasive heat. Read the rest of this entry »

1. (THE SOUND OF A CELLO!) a too familiar piece…TRAGEDY! unheard foot-steps have quickened, back and forth, the pacing unseen figure feels the same fucking anguish…MUST I ALWAYS WAIT! tormented eyes find butterflies and rainbows, ponies and…ANGELS! a unique sense of smell detects only one thing innocence…FRESH! his ear’s witness the worst of horrors…CURSED SOUND! explicit whispers. upon a bed, fashioned with unicorn sheets, lays the prey, atop, the beast. tiny hands and feet try to struggle, an immature brain’s incapable of defining such an obvious massacre; audible thumps, heard only by the transparent stranger, a guiltless heart pumps virgin blood. Read the rest of this entry »

a fellow’s drift

February 12, 2010

1. SHIT! i think, figuring my assumptions i wasn’t dead true… DAMN! i was sure, close to certainty, that i’d perished in that wondrous nothingness between sleep and dreams…”OH WELL.” i live…misunderstood, though the very flesh that encases my brain was fore-skin…SENSITIVE! yes, my cerebral tenderness…in these more immediate under-achieved years, i’ve found my brain’s become immaterial, yet the minds massive and without end.”SHHH.” i relax. Read the rest of this entry »

dear lorali,

for three days i’ve been stricken by saddness. three days ago i sat, as i often do, in the dark staring, looking for what i usually seek, details of nothingness; when suddenly, an idea i’d never thought possible…YOU MAY NEVER SEE HER AGAIN! Read the rest of this entry »

“WHY GOD?” WHY, GOD? “PLEASE GOD!” PLEASE, GOD? “WHY ME GOD?” WHY GOD, AM I ME? all is dark, but for a single, dangling frosted-bulb. Read the rest of this entry »

1. (BUZZ!) “YES.” “SIR, YOUR 3 O’CLOCK IS HERE.” “ALRIGHT, SEND HIM IN.” “AND DOCTOR!” “YES?” “IT LOOKS PRETTY SERIOUS.” (KNOCK! KNOCK!) “COME IN.” “HELLO DOCTOR, MY NAME IS HATCHER O’PATRICK, I’VE A 3 O’CLOCK APPOINTMENT.” “YES MR. O’PATRICK I KNOW, HAVE A SEAT.” “THANK YOU DOCTOR.” “MY SECRETARY, MR. O’PATRICK, HAS TOLD ME YOU WERE RATHER VAGUE OVER THE PHONE, AS TO WHAT THE PROBLEM WAS.” “YES DOCTOR, I WAS TOO ASHAMED TO SAY.” “I’VE BEEN IN PRACTICE, MR. O’PATRICK, FOR OVER THIRTY YEARS, SO BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY THIS, I’VE SEEN IT ALL.” “ALRIGHT DOCTOR, WELL HERE GOES, I THINK I’M…” “YES MR O’PATRICK YOUR?” “HAPPY!” Read the rest of this entry »