Gross Terrain (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #29)
Gross terrain is grass on its last wilt that creeps into socks and scratches the dampness in. Out, go: bending yet tall: untrodden. Mud squirts back to pale arms that sweat under August… Continue reading
Gross terrain is grass on its last wilt that creeps into socks and scratches the dampness in. Out, go: bending yet tall: untrodden. Mud squirts back to pale arms that sweat under August… Continue reading
Kaamnuifrashkrr borrowing time on the edge of a 10 foot pool and — the crack of the waters’ rapids — jinx links putrid and garbage rotting into linen and lint baggage;; pricking the… Continue reading
He opened the car door and stepped out. He was the Miss U of my life. He walked like twelve gentlemen and smiled like a porn star. He picked up his beverage of choice — vodka.… Continue reading
drop the tired fingertips, one, two, drop, and hands, arms, shoulders, neck, head; inhale, in and out, let the kneels fall by the estuary; rock one, rock two, the voyage is the now,… Continue reading
Today I am flustered and so I must dive toe-down into dust and shatter the glass into a whole. No exit but a spiral. A spiral of the soul into gravity. With an axe on a pendulum swinging… Continue reading
Salads’re holy food: Even carrots posses souls Divine digestion
Crushed petals testify by the terminal The onslaught of yellow-striped cabs
She brought me port; like that of her smell, tilting temptress of tequila, bitter refuge of the lost. One drink to forget, one to remember, and one witch – o helenistic goddess –… Continue reading
When I die, my epitaph will not read an obscure line from Shelley or a haiku transcribed in syllabicated verse; No — fancy rhythm or rhyme is for no poor man, and my life… Continue reading
In candle-bursted blindness, I see but silhouettes of men, their slithering shadows bouncing against a beige canopy, creeping extremities grasping and clenching and scratching as the seeping shades of bleak starlessness unpunctuated by the… Continue reading