-Just Outside for a Breath of Fresh Air-
Our memories take out their kazoos. A buzz, maybe it went humm humm. But the tune is in there, this tin membranophone. I lean back and let the chipped paint railing bend under my hands. And someone can’t make it go, puffing their cheeks. I tell them it uses your voice; a synapse connects, they relax and go timbral. We were figuring if we poured enough foam down our throats, something would burble up. Make a claxon. And be free. But the string section has lapsed. Horsehair bows tangled with splinter and misdirection. There is half a violin vibrating no more. And just edging the proscenium there’s a fuzzy…it could have been clarinet, but it shouldn’t bend that way when headlights flash past and a red metal squeaks around. I am now thinking it’s just a ketchup...
Read More-13 Reasons You Won’t Believe-
What happens next to this dog chewing a garden hose? Even a stick of butter has no yellow lipids if it isn’t part numbered list; it will grease none of your pans, nor be largehips good on toast because it is not worth enough up. Spreading with knives is something you need to unlearn. Every trend says smothering is now done by survey. What did you get? I have a scone, baked with craisins. It means I am hungry and Virgo is rising in my vanilla latte. I have seismic eyes, my friends will be large thumbs. The hose turns on, flails. Dog is cute and drools like youtube. And you won’t click on this. I know because I used denial and second person. Plastic is killing. So are you. Who will guess what new crumble will fall from my scone or if my plate will catch it. +470...
Read More-Vernal Picket Line Shenanigans-
Watercoolers had a protest today filibustering my spring windowfiction. Rubbermaid stole the megaphone and made loud chillhood memories so I couldn’t hear the breeze. It seems plant sex was too risqué. Pollen a bill before its time. I had just dusted off Robert’s Rules of Shorts Wearing. And we are annealed. I can barely remember being molten and anyshape. Ready to pour. I had printed leaflets, ready to drop their flowers and sway in the trees. Somewhere across the street I could see you mouthing: Fibrous and flint for picnics! But I am awful at lip reading, and cold fronts kept blocking my line of sight. At any rate, we wanted out of there. Together we could bloom radiators. Stretch out our metal coils and convect. 00 Be the 1st to vote.Share...
Read More-Lighter-
Everyone keeps telling me, “you could just write short poems like a haiku” But short poems take even more work than long ones. Here is a Cinquain. I spent a whole day not being able to write it. Such that I had to publish this poem back in the past a day from the future (4/16) when I finally finished it for NaPoWriMo. Granted, I also spent most of the 4/15 day stressing out about taxes. — -Lighter- A fume that flagellates out of what moments back were black paraffin and crispwick conks out. +10 Share...
Read More-Hunger Gaze-
I am staring at a squirrel tail that does not move. She squats on the branch five minutes looking the same uninteresting direction. Like she was trying to remember if stream beds have sheets. I think they do, but only at night when the lamps are on and you can see current smoothing out creases and groping in the dark for an afghan. Maybe squirrel is reliving that one time when Sherri was over and dropped half her bagel. Her plastic plate had divots all around the edge, but they weren’t for stopping gravity on baked goods. The squirrel jerked more then, and was crumb eager. Now squirrel is drawing an analogue with the facial muscles of Keanu Reeves. There might be two expressions but this movie only has the first one. Eventually she resumes, like a paused DVD...
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