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”

Trusting Silence to Reveal the Truth and Becoming Depressed about what is revealed….

“The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live – moreover, the only one.“-Emil Cioran Adoration for simplicity, qualified Kingdom-come, welcomed new centuries and fixed regicide to rectify introspection.  (If we are GODS. We are MARTYRS too). Newscaster reported that, “the revolution will not be televised,”as footage of the capital burning playedContinue reading “Trusting Silence to Reveal the Truth and Becoming Depressed about what is revealed….”

(insert recycled sitcom trope here)

Cardboard boxes, stacked before the dumpster,  Simplified access  To raccoons, who ate like royalty, gorging on trash.  Cardboard crumples when wet and rainfall  Exchanged convenience for knowledge.  Egg yolk  Bespeckled with blood spots, Stayed the predator’s hand And examined the concept  Of what could’ve been. NO.  Life becomes.  Life doesn’t happen.  Dog urine  Perfumed theContinue reading “(insert recycled sitcom trope here)”

Trash Bags forgotten at the Bus Stop

1. The Bereaved were outfitted In their standard black costumes and stood before the soldiers  Who bordered the Officer’s casket in Red, White & Blue.  A hot mic captured the priest, presiding over the funeral, Take a drink from his water bottle and announce, “BLECH! That tastes like it came from the tap.”   The soldiersContinue reading “Trash Bags forgotten at the Bus Stop”

Three P’s

Sitcom dialogue influenced by meta brandishing, character lips pulsating in accordance to dial tones, placated on screens smaller than faces, inviting cataracts to scar rapid eyes, blinking censorship.  Empty pill bottle requires Bad Faith inquisitions to clone the metabolism process of throat to vein maze transference. To welcome aches and pains is to carry theContinue reading “Three P’s”

planZzZz

Bellyache rumblings conscript the hunger pains of traveling galaxies, salutations to mutilations separating the restrictions of consciousness from formulating progressive observations on reasons to discriminate the namesake of stars and planets. Time acknowledges dimensions required to accommodate every possibility unraveling as descriptions unfold.  But if an animal severs the jugular vein of another and noContinue reading “planZzZz”

GOD IS A REPUBLICAN

“The Madison Police Department is one of more than 100 police agencies withdrawing from agreements to send personnel to bolster security at next month’s Democratic National Convention in Milwaukee“ Silent scenarios close captioned via body language. Deaf assumption deciphered ambient melodies and what was the transference of Beethoven’s quill to bombastic inflections? Moonlight glutted theContinue reading “GOD IS A REPUBLICAN”

The Aesthetic Beauty of a Riot

The process to present riot gear as aesthetically pleasing to the populace while retaining a menacing essence required months of research. A weapons manufacturer printed advertisements in popular right wing publications requesting “Men and Women of all shapes and sizes” to serve their country like never before. Patriotic men slid their bellies off from theirContinue reading “The Aesthetic Beauty of a Riot”