March 2011
12 posts
18 tags
a contest with Boudreau
The cabbie who slapped his wife lost gas money in a bar. He resents smiles and considers a second round. Microscope religion eases him. Sidecar defendants clutch their purses while he babbles back-to-back guidance from above; taglines, Scriptures, and a flash of sadist tension. He hides stories in the rear view, douses them with shots of fuel and fourteen D.U.I.’s. He merges into a sideways glare,...
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premonition
I had a ceramic premonition that blotched glances from the sink. It was a public announcement to colorless tiles and epithet doors. I heard a love song reverberate on wet paper scribbling. The auditor was a caterwaul, howling in rusted pipes. There was a creased smile in that moment, a sheen of water dripping ugly into a filthy basin, spreading and spreading
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transition
Dinner was good but I didn’t have the time to eat it all; I had to go scratch my face on the dispenser for a while. I took a stance over a restaurant sink to watch red aberrations, hid inside a hooded sweater and escorted a girlfriend across ice. After two bus transfers I was left to scour a tattered notebook and tell an old woman: “please, do not invite me into your car.” I’m blanked out,...
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the sound
the sound gusts with me on sweltering bicycle rides, the sound slows my young body and screams at me when I fail to be a boy, the sound of tears on a plastic gun tells me I’m a cruel brother, the sound of lecture tells me I’m a cruel son, the sound of ventilation hums into my first kiss, and the sound of someone else’s lighter triggers teenage escape, the sound of the classroom buzzes through...
“The reason I stopped watching films is because so many people lack any kind of...”
– Harmony Korine (1997)
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weekend
all the pub faces said the same thing, said it while swilling contempt. I said no, I’ve washed my bed sheets, but the pub faces said I’m lying, said it’s right to be angry. they dropped their spare change into a glass and changed topic, but another night brought pub faces to dictate again.
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recycle
we don’t recite revisions anymore. we cluster in absent spaces instead. three unemployed, sitting around an old couch; criss-crossing sad jokes, skinny legs; avoidance is easy without revolt
