April 2012
1 post
March 2012
4 posts
here's what i know i don't know:
The invariance of my Legrangian. The number of Tootsie Pops it takes to lick six bespectacled owls. And oh, gosh, think of the children. I don’t know a damn thing about them. Except being one once in a while. How do I get back there, anyway? All the maps end in fourth-dimensional acrobatics. All the guides look a bit too much like Alex Harrison, who I punched in the stomach for swearing on...
feral monks and quakers
Jupiter sinks away from Venus, dipping degrees nightly. I coast down Cortez on a ten-speed beater. Away from the city limits, my first cigarette in months charring the back of my throat. Lightless, no reflectors, plain stupid. The eight o’ clock sky more dense with diamond grizzle than any Toronto midnight. I have gone to be with the person I love.
My dad prods the balcony railing with his elbows....
I've been loathing you too long (to stop now)
Every morning, immediately after I wake up, my brain begins to cycle through a worn catalog of diseases, neuroses, and fatal accidents, grazing the annals of psychotic catastrophe, surveying esoteric debris in search of the disaster that will annihilate me before I make it back to bed that night.
Never mind the fact that I am ostensibly well-rested, well-fed, and able-bodied. These are delusions...
June 2010
1 post
krush
i see a scrap of weave on the block i wonder if some richly pelicured cindarelle paused here, high on her beau’s cologne, only to linger past half-past twelve and find her enchanted locks abruptly uncoiled i consider the likelihood that it caught in the door of a bus or your girlfriend’s Honda and you didn’t notice til hours later when you ran fingers through yr curled shag...