• hibernate
    poetry

    hibernate

    … we ‘ re sorry to interrupt your routine benightedness w / a breaKing extend / d weather forecast alert . itchy , darK clouds have been spot / d mushrooming the sKy above a single , suburbanite home – occupy / d by a mysterious n rarely seen white middle – aged male – on the corner of a quaint n unsuspecting neighborhood cul – de – sac . neighbors here claim that not a droplet of rain has drip / d beyond his perfidious picKet fence . in fact , they say their prayers have been answer / d . this storm , to them , is vengeful…

  • prose

    seagull

    one leg / d seagull lays on the fallen lamp post beside the trash bin in the empty parKing lot of a lost n forgotten rest stop on the long n stretch / d highway that leads nowhere n everywhere both at once n not at all . home . the seagull waits for the pecK / d scraps to drop behind the trash bin w / the snapping lid that bit his web /d leg clean off . it ‘ s still hanging there , wilt / d liKe a dried up worm in the hot prairie ‘ s sun . follow n liKe bj draKe

  • creamy
    prose

    when inspiration winks

    when inspiration winKs , it ‘ s liKe masturbating ; you turn the lights out n learn to go w / it . commit w / o a safety word n no pause . you don ‘ t know when it ‘ ll winK . chances are , it will come when the hi – def camera slowly zooms into ( in – to ) a scruffy butthole . it ‘ ll pass , right ? focus , bro , on his scruffy butthole b / c it ‘ s coming . fucK . fucK . fucKery . winK . maKe art n get out w / half of a chew…

  • fishbowl
    prose

    wedding ring

    a few months ago , we went on a biKe ride at the river . we stop / d by a shallow , shaded creeK so my daughter could dip her warm n pudgy toes . i tooK off my bicycle gloves to play w / her n have a snacK . later , i was telling a lively story w / my hands when i felt liKe something was missing . i had lost my blacK wedding ring ! fucKery ! it must ‘ ve slip / d free when i tooK off my gloves to play in the water ! my fingers are sKinny n the ring was…

  • wise
    prose

    recompense

    my lower chaKras were balanced n buzz / d by binaural beats n psilocybin mushrooms when a stranger ‘ s voice gently remind / d me that ” the fleshly vessel can accomplish greatness only once it surrenders  ” n he shh / d his insight n explain / d no further as i melt / d into a Karnapidasana pose . three heavy hours later , w / my crown chaKra illuminated n unclutter / d , i limberly tip toed pass / d a mirror when that same voice – no longer strange – was jilt / d w / me for not pondering his riddle n so…

  • bored
    prose

    bored

    she stared out the window n mumbled how brave i had been for quitting my job . ” brave ? ” i asK / d w / my eyebrow cocK / d , ” you know i hated that job . “ ” yeah ” she replied w / a shrug liKe we ‘ re supposed to hate our job . ” that made it easy . “ ” well , ” her necK twisting to remonstrate w / me , ” i could never do that . “ ” quit something you hate ? “ ” i guess , ” she sigh / d . i tsK / d . ”…

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