The mind that for I can only fathom a guess over two decades has been for whatever ill-conceived reason protected from harm and damage inside a skull, behind eyes, atop a body, whose digits drum incessantly in intrusively noisy percussion on the hard and hollow table-top, is a mind that seems to me allergic toContinue reading “Do You Mind?”
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The Magician
The day started off normal enough, I muse to myself falling heavily into the chair pulled up to my kitchen table and gripping the cold bottle of lager freshly procured from my fridge. Thinking back on the events of the day, I find myself scarcely able to accept they actually occurred. Life sure can beContinue reading “The Magician”
cake over christmas makes cake
2 Cups Bare Humanity 1 Tblsp Liver-Hungry War Lust 6 Dsh Childish Shit Joke Humour 19 Shakes “One’s Own Fist” family style seasoning 1 Pound Flesh Take all ingredients into the kitchen. Kill yourself. In your next life, make sure you ignore all recipes, dietary advice and television documentaries. Eat sugar from the bag withContinue reading “cake over christmas makes cake”
absolute rubbish
I remember a wistful evening I spent in Charlottetown on the day before Victoria’s Day two years before my life changing colon surgery I was standing adrift in a field of witch hazel near a lichen-covered pond full of ribiting bull frogs beetles were a-buzz in the cool, close country air the smells of warmContinue reading “absolute rubbish”
surgery
maybe if I died with some kind of worm inside my brain you could chew on my skull and tell me what it tastes like
the story of O
the flow opens woes to those who owe for fore-foes of yore toes, back-hoed or sore, grow gross lows before those souls grow more morose
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you are sitting in a chair in a large white room the chair is plush, deep, and covered with little red flowers on a field of blue the room is brightly lit – the light hurts your eyes you are not alone in the far left corner sits a man at a small typwriter recordingContinue reading “_”
insomniac’s hell
never-ending drowsy limbo keeps me where I be sweetened kiss of sunlight shows me what I ought to see hazey state of empty sleep now holds me where I lay I find it hard to keep in states that I would like to stay shedding skin and breaking bones, scars laid in the past twistingContinue reading “insomniac’s hell”
why
tattooed fetus in a jar of alcohol sits in my drawer most of the day it doesn’t smell at all not small enough to be called little not large enough to be called big the tatoo is on its head it says WHY I don’t know
illusions
I’ve been singing epitaphs lost within a spirograph digging my own burial bed thought I’d done it all for you hiding the will to see me through working through illusions in my head
