January 2012
3 posts
Exploration L.
Limelight. The burden of being home alone on Saturday night. My right is gone. Youthful flutter bridges the gap between the loneliness and the lamplight. Etches. I sketched my prose on side table mirror, waited for my telephone to stop ringing.
Waiting for the moment to hit you when you’ve realized you’ve wasted it all. 26 is the age when you finally notice all of your friends have...
Exploration K.
Creation of ages. Separated by birth. Placentia meals at the canyon. Echos pale with the deep sound of word vomit. The poetry of a sophomoric neu adult. Coffee cum artiste.
And now, a reading from the Letter of Jeremy Q. to the Corinthians:
Saga for the ages. Sagaga. Gagging on sag. A sag slag. A slag sagging saga. Gaga gags on slags and gas. Gastro-intestinal. Intense industry pretense. Sense...
Exploration J.
Self-induced pap smear in bathroom mirror. I am no more fetus than I am skeleton and silver spoon. Humble beginnings. Love affairs with boys with J names. There are too many to list, none even worth naming.
I am the wire hanger. I am the pro-choice slag bitch cunt whore bleeding over you. Prick my finger so we become blood brothers. No others will do. Curse my name carved in your chest beating. A...
