Scotch-Tape portioned to an inch, fastened a poster to the window shop glass, dog-eared to make its removal accessible, Prompting passing minds to hallucinate memories, of fingernails filed to nubs picking at tape corners, desiring translucent flaps to pinch a centi-meter And remove the tape. Edges by metaphor alone offer a bargain. Allowing tiny stepsContinue reading “Universal Truths Faulted by Scotch Tape”
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Last Person to Know Her Name
1. A stranger in a blue wig rolled on the floor, Her eyes rolled too Until sclera hues matched wall paint Matched Styrofoam. Loose change Founds its marks along the carpet. Police entered and embedded dead Presidents In the fabric. “What’s her name?” Reasons to name corpses. Soft kicks to hips. Officer knelt for prayer Continue reading “Last Person to Know Her Name”
Stale Green Light
Time dilutes stimuli with in-flux examinations, allowing love-tap-bruises to function for hindsight. Space corrects for time if removed for inches, letters and shifting eyes. Time registers an experience, setting the space from observation to reaction. Useless like a paper’s pink margins, indicating paragraph placeholders. Space where symbols belong. stomach placement when sitting measures average tableContinue reading “Stale Green Light”
History Belongs to What is Seen.
Dream hearse demonstrates the personality traits found in the bones. Numb guffaws, trace the lineage of missed footsteps. But the process to forgive never offers the flayed out loins as penance. Muscles and naked joints must’ve known the glass case confession isn’t a reliable source for cancer treatment. Obsolete organs. Tattoos falling from eyes toContinue reading “History Belongs to What is Seen.”
Life Offers Experience That Only Death Relates With
Cornerstone grievance designates a stationary place to mourn. Bypassing these ordinary symbols, comes the laughter and footsteps achieve relevance Atop The world. Green drapes parcel sunlight, Dressing the room in golden strips. Highlighting cracks in wooden furniture Like words on a page. a Motorcycle’s exposed engine Volumizes its exhaust pipe, interrupts the standard woosh HadContinue reading “Life Offers Experience That Only Death Relates With”
Saturday Colors and Dollar Store Items
1. Purple makeup Washed out her sneer, Sniveling at near Touch. Holding accountable Winter approaches to summer conditions. Management evaluated the day. Stymied soft-cell accomplishment For anchor sets. X And O Sans the polished reverb Evaporating from unspoken Replies And Rhythmic emails. Store fronts Presented symbols, Styled in graffiti. Red meant the End. Blue classifiedContinue reading “Saturday Colors and Dollar Store Items”
American Lives as Entropy
Peace relinquishes entropy, Searches for mini-situations Emptying the mode of limited resolutions To understand EVERYTHING Herein times death knell. Twinkie packets Feed The wealthiest quadrupeds. WHO Finish their designer meals, Brushing Breadcrumbs Away from Named lapels To be picked up by ancient cousins. WHO Distort future thumbs And use condensation Like glue, Gathering every lastContinue reading “American Lives as Entropy”
Translating the Pronouns to distinguish Maxwell’s Demon
Off Brand cereal remains the standard for discounted nirvana. Frosted oat flakes and chocolate puffs perform their ingredients as nomenclature, Eliminating employment for classic trademarked spokes-cartoons to sell the love. Instead mid level shelf placement, Hosts a moment for the consumer to negotiate brand recognition and price, To void their thoughts in imitation meditation. ClassicContinue reading “Translating the Pronouns to distinguish Maxwell’s Demon”
“Something like America…”…trends
Sanity implements A forever greeting, “hello.” Prevails against Keratin shrapnel, Nibbled At center To Meddle with Process gaps Bridging what it means to function In understanding of sodium deficiencies. Price dismisses Valued Goods For Price to situate A Dollar General, Mere blocks away From City Hall. Where inside Small Town Politicians Argue About the patrioticContinue reading ““Something like America…”…trends”
Anton – Babinski Syndrome
A clown carried armfuls of office trinkets, up the stairs. She pivoted, lost footing and shuffled toward the edge and discovered balance by leaning against the railing. A stapler escaped her arms and pinged at random, as it descended with metal greeting metal. The stapler’s death rattle reverberated throughout the stairwell, carried itself to theContinue reading “Anton – Babinski Syndrome”
