••••••• Sunrise sleep inertia isolates the surroundings Perpetual movement for this concurrence This, a probable voice constrained by verse-line An assault to codify psychological selfhoods The gallery adds value, curio or aesthetic Fetishized quisquilia falls short of expectations Ambiguities only a reality of signs ••••• A dismantling lyric partnership Word, then right margin pressured stopple […]
Archives for May 2018
You are the same
Craigslist MfW If you are married-a-licious and in to thinning hair: Hey, my name is Josh. Do the right thing. I’m just a guy with a taser. Do you share an interest in riding me? I also have a pretty large size. Frankly that is enhanced. We shall have pleasure in ways they won’t […]
NUDN
I haven’t read enough to know to know if we actually are those people in fur coats explaining why we have our breakfast at strip-clubs or just a brilliant illusion a composite of features: great tits a hard cock ten grand a month an unobtrusive driver a black day I need to remind myself I […]
Things James Baldwin Could Not Say to Malcolm X on National Television.
1. In America, everyone treated me like a frog-eyed piece of trash and I could not get laid, but in France, in Fra—You see this blowtorch, Malcolm?—I use this blowtorch in Paris to keep the French boys off my dick. I sorta hold it up to this can of hairspray here and make a flamethrower, […]
New Jersey Damn meets New Jersey Goddamn in Late May. Cotton mouthed and tan the last of the leaves has fallen.
Last night I pulled the late blue carcass marked Nina Simone from the backyard stereo. There were tracks and gin. Three little children danced and licked the sugar from my hand do you have a bowl some round object to put them in? The whole ordeal a bird above town. Their words naughty. Have been […]
seXY
1 The and the and a. Architectonics braised in serum, sauced in lymph. How much would you pay for my sphincter. That’s not enough. Fucks whenever you want—priceless. But my pit hairs are on sale—spectacular bargain. For free girl disciplines her body—corporate loan—pops cheri. Smoking hot babes make bestest mothers. Spunk punks. Junk mandates exchange […]
The Homosexual Tradition in American Poetry
But he can’t be a man because he doesn’t smoke the same cigarettes as me
Vanilla
What if one loves something perceived as ordinary ~ And what if to dream I mean to desire a shift in taste ~ And what if by a life of crime I mean living behind a shield of inaction.
All the Teenaged Sarahs
THE ORDINARY WORLD The ordinary world is a Midwest suburb built in the 1980s, made of exactly three nearly identical architectural styles of houses. Everyone has wall-to-wall beige carpet and teal throw pillows and a wall unit displaying blown-glass vases and miniature ladies with beanbag bodies and ceramic heads. Sarah lives in the ordinary world. […]
Cuts & Bruises
When you have to sell your prized possessions so that you can afford groceries. When your father thinks you’re playing a victim. When you know it’s a collection agent calling. When you can hear disappointment in your mother’s voice. When your best friends get divorced. When your idols die. When you get invited to your […]
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