Escaping the Morning

On a greased jetbike through the graveyard
Past rocketing headstones upflung
Throttles a darkly malignant Death
Addicted to your rigid horror
Chrome leaking blood red lubrication
Unholy rubber scent of brimstone
Jawbone bursts hellfire leaking grimace
Calcified sin-stained cold bone fingers
Spitting gouts of acceleration
O’er  the grinning dead rolling in graves
Gunning the engine dusk dead to rights
Mad escape from the morn’s horizon
Old enamel [...]

Plink, Plink

In the sparsely clouded sky it rains in full sun and the road turns to mirrorglass, momentarily blinding the world.

Transfixation

A creek cuts sinuously through the backyard wilderness of my parents’ housing complex. The folks are out of town so I walk the dog. Our path hedges the rolling waters and we stroll through the morning with the fresh scent of autumn moisture in our nostrils. I am utterly transfixed by a stick. Its smoothness, [...]

Primary Secondaries

His gargantuan form pushed through the door into a litter-strewn hallway, the dirty stalks of his shoulder-length hair scraping his stubbled cheek. Gray eyes—cold gunmetal—scanned the premises. A bare light bulb flickered, lending Brick’s movement a strobe-like fervor as he strode with lethal grace to the end of the hall. His assignment was simple enough, [...]

Strange Love

He imprisoned fairies in sterile Mason jars with air holes and fed them pearls of morning dew. In the evenings he read in their ethereal light. He began the hobby because he wanted to save money on candles. It rapidly became a lifestyle.
She collected miniature devils and took them to the taxidermist, bringing home little [...]

27

In the coil of years, you return and return to the interval when you were born one cosmic wrinkle at at time and consider its significance. A measurement of 365.25 days, a calendar date notching the progress of a life. Gazing backwards, you wonder at your youthful proclivity, and question the wisdomgained if any, o [...]

A Cinquain

Raw dust
Ravaging land
With stinging breath of earth
Tell me this world wasn’t always…
Desert.

Jack and Buck

Jack: My, my, you’re incisive today.
Buck: I have to be. Otherwise I wouldn’t be very useful, don’t you think?
Jack: The least you could do is stop being a prick.
Buck: It’s the nitty gritty of reality.
Jack: Well, reality hurts.
Buck: There’s no pixie dust, no royalty to transport. That’s fantasy. This is the next best thing, believe [...]

It’s Cinema, Baby

They chose him at random.
They snap a picture of the boy crossing the street with his mother who have ice cream at the streetcorner where the Jew sells cool treats from his truck. Cuts out his profile and presses it onto celluloid. Feeds it into the machine.
“Oh, man! Look at that future!” cries the rapidly [...]

The Metaphysician

The doctor is in. Come. Sit. Philosopher’s Stone. What doesn’t seem to be the complaint? Open up, say Id. Hmm… what the archetype is that?! Ahh. Ontology caught in Theology, or should I say, Solipitic.

Floweros

When I see a field of wildflowers swirling with the passage of honeybees and grazing grasshoppers, I see a vast flowery orgy. Cunt-blossoms yawning in the sundappled plain with wide spread calyx thrusting colorful ejaculation of stamen dust onto the furred abdomens of apis streaking the blue sky. Waving in the rain, swaying in the [...]

The Burning City

The Time Traveller sat at the bar and watched the city burn through the plate glass window. The snooty establishment was empty, its occupants fled many days before. He had made a martini—shaken, not stirred—and lit up his favorite cheroot. A hard lifetime’s work was finally done, and he basked in the simple pleasures. The [...]