waiting for bus #4 is magic
the biggest crow gobbled my right eye up.
left, crying and winking
away the abandoned pair of bright orange socks
bread crumb trailed right to Radio Shack.
May 2010
Siren
She metronomes in her seat thinking if she gets the angle just right her happy will uncurl. He pretends the windshield is a nature-themed screen saver, and porn is just a mouseclick away.
Shouting the muse down
Today was chased up the hill by a rooftop windfarm. Thar. She blows. No one was meant for this. In the tumbled-down now there’s too much material, culled from pretty boys that don’t notice me and tattooed ones that do, and I’m certain there’s at least one dreamer soaking eyes into me who knows all …
Contact
Sitting here exposed, naked, vulnerable with my face hanging out in the aftermath of a Clockwork Orange exam with all the prying and haunting images and none of the eye drops – for the sake of contacts. For more than ten years vision has been an obstacle course of dirty lenses and plastic frames. Open …
Eye Problem at Powell’s
There’s too many people trapped in this box together and I’ve got blood all over my keyboard. The outcome of an accident involving my pinkie, a screen, a window slam, and me feeling absolutely nothing. It was only after several seconds of typing that I found the red splotches peculiar. Never being one for cleaning …
the burning return of adolescence
pretty much describes world now