It was early afternoon and her sweater was the same color as her skin. I don’t remember what we talked about. I don’t remember most of her.
Category: Prose Poems
Spigot’s Executive Internet Summary
Here at Spigot’s we recognize that the time of the world’s top decision makers is a precious commodity. We also recognize that the internet is seen by every person, every day. The world’s power elite cannot afford to ignore the vital happenings that occur online. Nor can they devote the necessary time to follow online…
a. dreem
Broken landscape film set. Ragged concrete fog machines. I am going to put on a show for a small audience. I find a dead body with interesting clothes. A shining gold trenchcoat and a long gas mask that looks like the muzzle of a greyhound dog. A machinegun made of bubblegum plastic. I undress the…
Gliding Near with Soft Feet
Can’t sleep or won’t. Either way, I’m tired. So much to do these days. Long papers, difficult tests. Appointments to be bored. Codes to memorize. How did I end up like this? I spent twenty years at the street corner college. No degree, just disassociated credits. A+ in betting on slow horses. D- in drinking…
Diane
They’re sending a dog to mars. Diane emphasized that. New studies show that ginger root can prevent hair loss. Diane questioned that. I am drowning, Diane, gulping cold mouthfuls of time, and I am trying to tell you that you have hit me like a lungful of air. I am trying to say that your…
Cannibal
Preston was a goober and a fuckhead, but he had money. Because he had money he had a loft apartment north of campus, set back in a tangled copse of cedar trees, and because it was Autumn when I knew him and because the leaves on those trees turned the color of Indian clay and…
Contact
Not much money in it, after allSo the scientists made doWith ramshackle instruments And Very Small Arrays, They listened in on everything Distant cosmic cathode tubes Took down the sex of pulsars through thin walls It wasn’t long before they found The signal— signals plural, reallyRepetitious, clearly code And for a decade, made their study….
I don’t know — I think it’s sad
Skull’s the wrong size for my brain; that’s my problem. I get blisters. Blisters where I do all my best thinking. Always creeping, that feeling, a jittering wave. Someone told me that all the dimes were silver once and I’ve never forgotten it. Silver dimes! It rained today while the sun was shining. Warm and…