When she walks a funny little whisk, somewhere twixt the waist and hips tells that once ago men looked damp beds at her. Now on tiny cut-glass toes she tinkles through the office. She so admired Queen Victoria and never heard of molecules, but she would still drop clouds of dust, an antique going to […]
Archive | February, 2009
Flight 0101
First of all, he would have to dispose of the six-foot-eight-inch blue eyed US Marshal watching over him from seat 37D. I’m not too sure how that would go. That US Marshal looked pretty tough when we were standing in line to board the plane. But then again, that handcuffed guy does look a lot […]
Triple Grande
Your triple grande, half-caf, soy, two pump queen bee jelly, no whip, extra foamy latte; stirred pretentiously with a baby narwhal tusk and served on a Victorian platter is ready at the bar.”
Naive Poem
I had a poem published on the Internet. It looked good there and I went to see it often. After a while they moved the poem into a great big archive with a lot of other poems. I still visited though maybe not quite as much. One day I went to look and it had […]
Regarding my Dimentia
I worry that people don’t seem to be whistling anymore — don’t you? People aren’t humming either What does it mean? I remember times riding the upper deck on the bus when the whole world hummed and whistled — a cacophony it was. I miss it. Don’t you? Now people tap their fingers and curl […]
Signs the Demon you’ve summoned might kill you rather than do your bidding
1. It mumbles “See you in Hell” rather than “Goodbye” every time it leaves. 2. It uses its fingernails to etch your name on large stones in your garden. 3. It has a small doll that looks like you that it likes to chew on. 4. It spills scalding coffee on you every morning and […]
Western Civ.
I call the call center because that’s what people do. And who is this? the woman who picks up asks. Oh, to be a cowpuncher sleeping it off in the town jail.