The Artist’s Winter

dust covers every key on the piano spiders have taken over the easel no one creates here anymore rain pattering window’s glass even on a sunny day the doors stay closed no one comes to knock or call newspapers stacked outside the door recall how long it has been thus a cat wanders this floor’sContinue reading “The Artist’s Winter”

Broodwood

Part One. Now’s when you tell me why you killed me, the man says from his resting place, slumped and halved and bleeding against the wall of the cabin. The walls and floors and roof are cedar, and they smell fragrant in the summertime, but in the winter they smell like the bitter, indifferent coldContinue reading “Broodwood”

Hammering the Bored

“I have problems,” he says “Oh yeah?” I say, “Tell me.” “My wife is driving me crazy,” he says “You should fuck her more,” I say “She doesn’t like to fuck,” he says “You should tell her to get a hobby,” I say “I also hate my job,” he says “You should quit and beContinue reading “Hammering the Bored”

Of Turtles and Birds

They walked to the pond and the sun was warm, it encouraged them to sit on a bench and they sat awhile and talked. A turtle sat on a log that lay like a waiting crocodile in the pond, while herons tred in outward arcs in search of primordial nourishment. “True enlightenment,” he said, “isContinue reading “Of Turtles and Birds”

It’s How (and If) You Play the Game

This isn’t my game anymore I was told to go home I kick the ball around once in a while still But I stopped playing the game They don’t want me in Unless I follow the rules And make a line for the pros But it’s not my game I’m no pro I don’t followContinue reading “It’s How (and If) You Play the Game”

Gnashing Teeth Outside the Chained Gates

Suck dog water, you itchy scum. I can’t believe your kind have survived this long. You probably hold not a clue how reviled you are, cushioned in your own delusion by a skull thick with illusion. I hope you choke. You fucking toad. You won’t get away with your hateful game too long. The wolvesContinue reading “Gnashing Teeth Outside the Chained Gates”

Not Yet

Quit? Ha! Have I quit yet? Even when I lost my ID, and my money? When I didn’t have a home? When I was sleeping in a train yard? I didn’t have a dollar, or 18 for the ferry card-board signs and spider-bites heartbreak and assault Haven’t swam in the Atlantic or eaten a scorpionContinue reading “Not Yet”

Make Believe We’ve Solved Everything

maybe we can get together for coffee I can throw up all over you and the little china cups, and cream, and tablecloth you can sit there covered in bile and tell me a story about somebody you used to know you can feel like you’re helping it’ll be good for you I’ll feel betterContinue reading “Make Believe We’ve Solved Everything”

A New World Will Rise

After the bombs, the riots, the protests, and all the rest of the excitement finally subside, all that will remain will be rats, roaches, and ruin. That, and those winos on the corner. Still trying to scrape together enough for a bottle – even though the liquor stores’s gone. When the shakes from detox subsideContinue reading “A New World Will Rise”