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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What Went Wrong
“This can’t be the end,” she said as her eyes filled with infant tears. He didn’t know what to say to her and to those tears, and so he simply said, “It has to end some way.” “You’re a shit,” she said, and turned away. He wasn’t sure exactly where they went wrong, and whatContinue reading “What Went Wrong”
you and your poodle
from the fine wire-rimmed glasses to your royal blue overcoat your preening and spoiled dog that has an attitude to go with its stylist from your mouth held tight as the grasp of your waxy fingers upon your clasp to the way your eyes look down your nose and straight ahead all at once inContinue reading “you and your poodle”
excuse me, could you please not in the least?
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 percussive beats upon the hard and hollow table top, is a mind that seems to meContinue reading “excuse me, could you please not in the least?”
this tragedy is almost comic if it weren’t so sad
Some great mind conceived in moments self-obsessed upon creative genius the story which now unfolds moment by moment around us. We all from the chattering masses of giggling girls adorned with glittered cosmetics, cosmopolitan branded attire, handbags and clutches and fingernails to the brash and brazen boys with wooden smiles and plastic, remote controlled personalitiesContinue reading “this tragedy is almost comic if it weren’t so sad”
the dropped briefcase
The callous fashion in which he cast aside his burden drew not only scowls of visible displeasure from the patrons abound and aloft in the shop, but murmurs of grave warning from the frog-mouthed beast of a manager as well.
I cringe at my cocktail
beyond bowtie and bluster the rust of your shallow crust blows through very smoothly done but I’d rather the thing done right stirred not shaken you misshapen fuck
unsafe working conditions
is this really it? you and me and my aunts and uncles and most kids I went to school with we all bought tickets to THIS fucking ride? the twists and turns it seems to offer are those it uses to squeeze your heart warp your brain and bend your spine at first it seemsContinue reading “unsafe working conditions”
you’re lucky, mate
if this were a different country or possibly another century you’d be killed for that but it’s here and it’s now so I guess we’ll let it slide you don’t realize how lucky you are do you
putting up the wall
what level of concentration do I need to hold on my face so I won’t be disturbed how distressingly intent must my gaze be to ensure my peace goes unmolested
