I just saw a middle-aged man with a blue t-shirt and khaki shorts with glasses and a bald spot pass my house on a black mountain bike with a rack on the back, followed very closely by a middle-aged man with a blue t-shirt and khaki shorts with glasses and a bald spot on a black mountain bike with a rack on the back. I have to sit down.
Unfinished Prose
Oh baby. The Earth is old and I am young, what should we do?
Damn. Eat everything. All of the things.
Curve space until we can fit into five manifolds.
Steal things from an old person who will be forgotten, and love those things with more force than they even deserve, just to keep a vestige of another human alive for one moment longer.
I don’t suppose I’m dreaming when I see you kiss yourself, I know you are more than one. If both of you would hold me but for a moment I could perhaps see into the void again, Kerouac’s Void that reflects only the most pure parts of the self. Don’t think about anything that isn’t life-affirming or death-affirming, it doesn’t matter. Man oh man when those stars come up over this city I see incomprehensible distances but not nearly as far as when I look into your eyes because that is deeper than the distance to Orion’s silver garter and more blue than Andromeda flying over to meet us. Look around; there is no one else here today. I mean that real pretty, like when you step into a room it’s not that everyone disappears, it’s that they were never there to begin with. It’s just you today. And don’t forget to wear clean underwear, ‘cause you’re going to crash pretty hard into something big something sinister and it will consume that sparkle in your toes and the wood in your pants while birds fall screaming from the sky all around, things getting dark and gray but red oh so red and one man in black approaches and loads one chamber in his shotgun and says “this is all, and all was never one but for you” and points it right to your face where the “click” of the hammer signifies nothing but a joke, and eternity vanishes then and there except for the hummingbird that dreamt every moment, and now beats its wings a hundred times per human heartbeat and flies to its nest of newspaper and candy bars and hummingsex to finish what it started.
Sledding Drunk
The trees are white tonight
and moan a little
dust from a house being recreated
paintings falling down into the snow
drops of red in the wash
he cut his face on god knows what
traveling fast down a slope
and the whiskey made the blood flow out
all around
and it took time for those surrounding to notice
that the ground was changing
a puddle getting lower
a path forms, following the drunk and the dumb
everyone needs to leave, they say
it isn’t safe, pathogens rising from the earth
like dust from a pillow
don’t breathe so much, they say
it is airborne
and your breath will not save you
the people listen and find their families
go to coffee and smiles
or back to where ever they were trying to escape
but those ones that don’t leave
hang on the outskirts and come back
breathing deeply
knowing that it won’t save them
and that that is the point
and it feels good to be dying sometimes
and the trees whisper stories
and nobody listens
From Winter 2014
It is white now
snow coming down from whoever is dropping it
i think about all the things I could be
I still could be those things
but choosing is all
and it’s not so arbitrary as I sometimes tell myself
I don’t have other people’s stories to tell
I have my own but I don’t know what they mean
my own body has a history it has lived
it has felt
my bones are an artwork through time and space
the path taken an elaborate dance
unchoreographed
as it will continue to be
Text:
Cleverly walking so
fucking clever but
the trees are falling and
the waves choose to drag
seaweed and
poisonous fish
onto the shore
and the dog steps in it and
your face is suddenly
wet but then the
sun goes
out
and the quiet is so peaceful
I’m watching it pour from cupped hands
it’s spilling out onto the floor
and I’m grasping, grasping stupidly, mouth agape
“spilled water cannot be put back”
a poet once said.
please take it easy on me
I’m a slow learner
and this is new to me
I say that to myself as much as you
I talk to me...
When Samael and Sofía found each other among the toys and and fur and blood and pictures and fossils, she took the eyes from her host and lifelong friend, laying still in the rubble, that she may see the world as he did and that he may enjoy the earthly sights for another thousand years. She traded her left for his and realized that to look out of two different eyes created a resonance, one which grew stronger with every moment, and she quickly had to cover one lest her teeth come loose and burn through the dry soil. She fashioned a patch from a sapling and turned to her brother.
A Story About Teeth
- Falling out all over the desk in front of her, she gathers them into her hand and places them in her front pocket.
- Outside the children call out numbers and items in an absurd bidding war, with black magic floating through their brains.
- She arrives home and her mouth is empty, nothing but gums.
- Her parents are proud, and say it is time for The Mediation.
- The pillow presses softly on her face.
- At zero-one-hundred hours thirty a great mass, faceless and yellow, approaches the bed.
- It has no words, only shape.
- Its shape becomes pointed as it becomes clear it is searching.
- When she realizes what it is looking for she says
- “I sold them”
- The parents no longer talk for the baby teeth in their mouths.
Short love stories, some unrequited
- “Wake up. Want some water?”
- The sun shines through the windows and he kisses your neck and you realize that maybe you should have just walked the five blocks home.
- One thousand yellow butterflies erupting from the exhaust pipe of a Ford F-150 allowed them enough cover to escape the media and hide under a conch shell for the rest of their lives.
- Text message: Today I saw two old men kissing in the park and I miss you so much.
- Their hands were so different and looked strange together to everyone who wasn’t holding them.
- She grabbed her tongue and led her to a knot in a tree where they died.
- The cologne is gone but he woke up gasping on his pillow again
- “Please don’t invite me”
- “I thought you were somebody else”
- "Roll me one"
- "I want to wait but let's not"
- "Did you see that?" "What?"
Javier Pérez Humano, 1998
I don’t really want to give up the
feeling of your side lightly touching mine
as we walk to the gas station
even if it means
that’s all that will ever touch
A 20-year old in my STEPPS class. We are so sad. (via aandliketheseaa)
The argument of ethical egoism vs. the possibility of altruism is one of the most annoying arguments because everyone wants their say and it just ends up being totally unknowable because I can't say it WASN'T the promise of a small twinge of self-satisfaction that made me stop in the middle of the fucking polar vortex to help jump someone's car but it still fucking sucked and it didn't make my day any better and I never thought it would, but I guess because it is possible that I did that because I don't MIND it when people think I'm nice means that that is the only important reason that I did it. That damn teacup is probably next to the ISS above my house right now but I don't give a shit.
spencer lend me your ear
(call 888.lobesnow)
Got the lobes. I am all ear.
twenty-seven now (exercises in general relativity)
I asked her at the train
right on schedule
for thirty years time
to grow and to understand
and readiness would come
I could not hear her answer though,
the train was too loud,
and as she spoke her reply
her coat caught on the train
and she was carried away
Seeing her
receding, I proceeded
to extend my arm to mend
the distance, but in that
stationary second I traveled
a hundred miles away
but no more,
and we traveled together
still facing one another
And though we are a hundred miles apart,
we are only that
and no more
and as the train draws closer
to that photon it has been chasing
we’ll draw closer and closer
and she’ll whisper her answer in my ear
just before it all stops,
for that brief eternity when we are one
And when this train finally slows
we will find ourselves once again
one hundred miles gone
still facing each other, just like that day
so long ago
when we promised thirty years
a date come and gone on earth,
us still teenage lovers
light-years from our past,
fifty miles from home
Black-hold
Knotted blood ball fiery black ice ball icy unmelting uncooling – clutching binding push it hydrogen-sun/black-hole dense admired in palm we could just walk away clean if we left it. we could leave it.
Warm Beer
A passing man sees two young lovers embraced in
ungrateful lock. Jealousy takes his hand
when the leaving girl, out of sight
of her lover is suddenly gun-faced, the man
behind the arm trying brave-face
but failing, is so scared himself, that the
situation escalates and a shot will soon be fired but
the passing voyeur notices a flaw in the scared person’s
plan, his footing is poor and one swift movement from this jealous man
could throw the scared one off his feet and
save the day. Jealousy steps in and says
“It’s your move, friend. But being held at gunpoint is
more than you will be held tonight. Call her lucky.”
He fixes himself dinner, the beer is
bad and the ringing fades
quicker than he thought.
I saw a girl from my past,
but not from much of it.
She still works in the same pet-supply store
stacking tuna on cardboard
but her hair is straighter now
and she’s studying chemistry
at the local community college.
I can tell her head is full of dreams
because she always tells me about the
next thing she plans on doing,
and it’s never too crazy but
just enough to make me think
her actual plans are much more insane
and wonderful than she
would ever want anyone to know.
She stacks the cat-food, three at a time,
the bearded dragon strokes its chin.