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Prudence
better to not play catch on the roof better to not get your fingers caught in a snow blower better to not get struck by lightening on a golf course better to not fall onto subway tracks during rush hour better to not eat sliced ham from the leftovers better to not use condoms that [...]
Continue reading...There Is No Sky
1. November 2008
You are the great what if of my life. I shared my hundred million possibilities but none took hold. Not a single one! There remains only the dribble on the sheets and the presumption of another time. Like arthritic lovers, you and I, we perform our coupling, seeking pleasure less than fleeing pain, melting in [...]
Continue reading...Shock and Awe
18. March 2008
we the implicated we the intricated we the strand and bolt of fabric woven tight like mother’s love and screaming child we the wound and tightly bound embrace of love with legs wrapped round stab of hate from brutal pound both can occupy a single space we the median the mean and limit case we [...]
Continue reading...Unmoved
25. February 2008
The ceiling fan above doesn’t turn. It waits on a switch that never trips. The snow outside sits cold and white. It waits on a sun that never shines. The world is a head with empty sockets spinning itself into nothing and nothing stirs me as I lie on my bed and see how the [...]
Continue reading...The Colour-Dappled Lie
6. February 2008
Do you wonder what I do now I’m gone away from you? Do you imagine how I live with the freedom that you give? Do you stand alone and gaze at the brightly whorled haze from my spackled palette knife that paints a lustrous life? Or do you look with clearer eye past the colour-dappled [...]
Continue reading...Age of Radicals
5. February 2008
When I was a teen it was inconceivable that I might find radical tucked in the folds of an old man’s face. Now in my forties (though with a boy’s libido) I see in the mirror how the first lines crack my youthful veneer. From mid-day the dawn light looks the same as the dusk. [...]
Continue reading...The Pike
2. February 2008
The thing about a pike that makes it doubly cruel is the way its shaft can sway when it’s blown by ridicule. You ram a path from groin to top of shattered peak. You start a bloody chatter between organs that couldn’t speak. The rage that brought us here began in our desire. It was [...]
Continue reading...Do Not Speak
2. February 2008
Do not speak I cannot listen Do not beckon I cannot watch Do not summon I cannot answer Do not rail I cannot wince I want only to curl myself on the floor and feel my ribs pressed to the tiles. I wish I had their hardness. I wish I were ceramic.
Continue reading...Shitting Whitman
1. February 2008
My standard poodle ate Walt Whitman (Leaves of Grass in ropey coils on the lawn) I stoop and wrap my fingers around warm Song-Of-My-Self turds. She winces at the stanza that she squeezes from her anus. Do I constipate myself? Very well then I constipate myself. I am large. I contain multitudes. And I wonder [...]
Continue reading...Columbine
9. January 2008
columbines betray last year’s scattering of seed by straying from the well-kept bed and springing unruly from the lawn i want to tear them out and bring order to my jealous yard maybe I should collect crystals and arrange them neatly on a shelf but the suggestion prompts your laughter bursting through the spring air [...]
Continue reading...The Seventh Commandment
12. November 2007
sometimes we desire what we cannot have but unable to extinguish the desire we fan ourselves into a roaring flame and so we rage and we flare but consume nothing from this god utters forth the usual useless shit then obedience comes not from love but from its failure we draw on god’s teat like [...]
Continue reading...My therapist asked me
12. October 2007
My therapist asked me: What are you thinking? I said: Nothing. My therapist said to me: No one thinks nothing; there’s always a new thought moiling to the surface. So I made something up and she pretended to be pleased. My therapist asked me: What does it mean? I said: Nothing. My therapist said to [...]
Continue reading...The Fall
12. October 2004
how great the fall crashing down around my head how great the dread i feel when winter breathes her first chill across the land the great hoar undresses gnarled limbs then laughs her limpid taunts how i hate her voice the icy screech of it grates on my brain it bodes a pernicious nothing the [...]
Continue reading...Smoking Lounge
1. December 1998
We first meet in the smoking lounge. Ward 3C. Psychiatric. The only place in the hospital where you’ll find a smoking lounge. You smoke du Mauriers. I pull on a fat Romeo y Julieta. You like the smell so you ask for a drag. You joke I’m a juicer and wipe the nub dry. You [...]
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1. December 2008
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