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August 2011
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Conditions
It’s amazing how easy it was to forget, and keen like a baby to a frozen door for eight and a quarter bitter hours, flinching all the time from distant scrambling in the nesh… those fucking ugly dogs. I am Their Vladimir Putin eyes of purest sheer sheened gold were slung into sockets of precise pearl. I know what is behind their eyes as bright and livid as semi-truck suns because I’ve been...
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I want to finally watch them run the halving stretches of snow. I will test their rows of teeth that shine like tiny icicles.
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July 2011
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I will hollow you like a story, a name too often said or told. I will take pains not to scratch your padded bones— I am not married to the pretty things I own.
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June 2011
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country vomit
ruffin it… I cried until I slept last night wondrin what gives you the right to not love me anymore I worked it all out in my head the roaches and spiders on their backs all said that I was dirty in habit and in thought and what I couldn’t fuck, I fought and still I can’t understand at all why you don’t ever call ‘cause my animals are skin and bone and they don’t eat when you’re not home I...
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May 2011
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Rainbow Gathering, Ocala National Forest, February...
Do not take down their little towns. They would float up to the dark in their sleep were it not for the hooks, stakes and tethers, the tent—the blue polyurethane sky under sky. They ran truant from our Babylon to taste blotting paper pulp under those eaves that flick shiny-wet as Judeo-Christian angel wings. Still, they press heavy on the world to trace ancient patterns in the dirt during...
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The lapdog snazzes and jangles and clinks and makes gulletous noises when it eats— an it, not a he nor a she, but an it, a tuft of cotton or fungi ripening in the cups of half-drunk coffee arranged into even rows of congruent halves of Russian dolls by the bleachy home sink. The dog, beloved dog, it scrapes and pads across a floor, beloved floor, parquet, which would swell to ruin under...
April 2011
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January 2011
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