the introduction to my book Shit's Weird
"If you focus hard enough on that sliver of shining moon, i sware you can make everything dissappear."
He had been leaning against the garage for merely minutes by now and his tone was somewhat different than i had remembered.
One black boat of a shoe rested casually against the metal as the other was slightly inward, sole down on the pavement.
His eyes looked out from under bruised lids, scarred with blood, his forehead was an overseer to a heap of marked flesh. A cigarette wrapped in dull bronze paper sat between the knuckles on a pale white throne sending billows of smoke, unearthly signals, up past cufflinks and into deep cavities of a loosened black tuxedo.
Buttons lay unloved by their previous embracers, the small holes meant to hold something together. With their unwilling release of the gleaming plastic discs, it seemed they had released something else into the air.
As a tilted chin leaned further upward, a disconnected arm raised a long gone hand, such a clever contraption, to lips oversized.
A small orange blaze sent a glow into the night followed by a bold statement of thickened white smoke.
Bathed in a twilight that eluded to a mystery in an interchapter of a frozen summer's eve, a darkened filter hit the ground. And as the trees, followed by flowers, followed by a bucket of sand spotted with bronze vanished, I heard him repeat,
"You can make it all dissappear."
And it did.
He had been leaning against the garage for merely minutes by now and his tone was somewhat different than i had remembered.
One black boat of a shoe rested casually against the metal as the other was slightly inward, sole down on the pavement.
His eyes looked out from under bruised lids, scarred with blood, his forehead was an overseer to a heap of marked flesh. A cigarette wrapped in dull bronze paper sat between the knuckles on a pale white throne sending billows of smoke, unearthly signals, up past cufflinks and into deep cavities of a loosened black tuxedo.
Buttons lay unloved by their previous embracers, the small holes meant to hold something together. With their unwilling release of the gleaming plastic discs, it seemed they had released something else into the air.
As a tilted chin leaned further upward, a disconnected arm raised a long gone hand, such a clever contraption, to lips oversized.
A small orange blaze sent a glow into the night followed by a bold statement of thickened white smoke.
Bathed in a twilight that eluded to a mystery in an interchapter of a frozen summer's eve, a darkened filter hit the ground. And as the trees, followed by flowers, followed by a bucket of sand spotted with bronze vanished, I heard him repeat,
"You can make it all dissappear."
And it did.