Friday, May 21, 2010

People in Coddingtown

They're all so gracelessly detached. A patchwork of greedy eyes and gorged bellies. They're all so pink I can hardly look at them.


His watch-face is bigger than his hand. I noticed from far away that it is silver.


Two women pass, both at least ten years older than I am. One has plain features with black and chrome shoes and fine clothes. The other exceeds beauty. And her clothes are as plain as her sisters face.


The woman in the ad poster wears only a T-shirt and appears ready to be penetrated from behind. The shirt must be very expensive. Her eyes are wide and vacant.

Thursday, May 13, 2010


It occurs to me, I've murdered you so many times in my mind you've become unreal to me.
An Abstract.
A Goddess.
An immortal Diane, whom I looked upon naked
and now
the dogs of myown bitterness bite at my heels.
I fear I will be rent and devoured.

You've been a cheap idol.

In a reverie I did the impossible and burned your temple to nothing.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Object of Desire

I noticed her because her feet never touched the floor.

Airs of a pose in motion.

Yellow flames engulf her face.

Eyes caress me with the soft blueness of knife-steel.

I grab her in my arms, as the winners greedy fingers snatch dollars up from the pooltable.

She is mine now.

Is she worth keeping?