There's a reason there are gods associated with destruction. The greater includes the lesser. Maybe it's a perversion of logic, but I can think of no other explanation for cannibalism. Especially when it's invited, when some creature advances life outside of itself through sacrifice, because of the overwhelming inertia of it I suppose. I've felt ( Read more... )

"I wasn't drunk, it was just enough to get a DUI, I guess. It wasn't my fault, the other guy hit me." It's a calm night for me in the apartment. Major Lazer is playing tonight, but I couldn't find anyone who wanted to go. Listening through the wall to my new roommate converse with my old one ( Read more... )

The things I would say to Thomas Pynchon ( Read more... )

what if the universe is holden caulfield, we're all phoebe, and life is the carousel we're almost too big to enjoy?

The corner just down the block has a motel, old run-down light blue single story bungalows, with an low arch over the entrance to the parking lot. The fast food place next door is well-lit, and serves many of the motel customers, a conclusion drawn only from the level of judgment exercised in either case. Often there is a prostitute waiting on that ( Read more... )

finally, after one long night after uncertain days, it clicked for me. yes i was wrong, lapses in judgment and gambits taken that should have been refused. some feeling out process, naturally. parrying when i should have dodged. but also so clear is her betrayal of herself. her admitted fear of abandonment still moving her mouth in ways she cannot ( Read more... )

bearded men fish at the end of the pier
softly blanketed against whipping wind
hooks are cast, even mermaids fight

with eyes closed wrestle under the sheets
not once washed, clumped in our fists
we cannot escape, and only stain them further.

Nothing like a quiet, engaging freeway drive. Suddenly the flowery symmetry of fireworks, real professional grade just a hundred yards away. First a pale gold, second red. Just those two. Gone faster, almost, than they came, I wanted to signal to the other drivers somehow--wasn't that cool, right place at the right time. But I know they saw it ( Read more... )

tinkerbell conjure for us pixiedust
to sound church bells sonorous and near
the clear day is magnetic
in october wind
the landscape sparks with
bioluminescence

It's not that this is without time precisely, that helices of time cleave these moments into elegies and tangos and movements would be statelily obvious, but the feeling definitely that however its velocity barrels down upon or grotesquely arrests me, it is beyond my sphere of influence and even perception, that in the space over the months to come ( Read more... )