Archive | November, 2011
Flying
Another Day at the Bus Stop
Christian Bale Hates Robots
A Passive Voice Visits a Dominatrix
Dominatrix: I hear you’ve been a bad, bad boy… Passive Voice: My reputation has been thus maligned for many years. An understanding of the reasons for this continues to elude me. Dominatrix: You need to be punished, like the nasty little servant you are. Passive Voice: Punishment of various kinds has been inflicted upon me for years. I’ve been […]
When They Are Not Watching
Each day… When they are not watching she eats celery in the nude. She sends herself emails. She reads one chapter from the New Testament in a different accent. Yesterday it was Revelations chapter five, in Glaswegian. She cuts a flowering stem before dark and lays it upon the plumped pillow next to her own. […]
Poems about Door [-] Handles
#1 What a curious door to open! There is no other way to enter … when you say “knob” I giggle – a British colloquialism #2 silver door handle why do you cry? you cry metal filings and I’m sorry you’re so functional. #3 “How necessary are you?” said the handle to the door, “More […]
Physical Exam
Come December I’ll make a fist And submit to a stick And pee in a cup And chill in room 1 And get a glove up my butt And be back in six months And do it again As long as I can, Knowing full well I might outlive myself, My heart marking time For […]
Danton’s Head Takes Position, Philosophically
(Excerpt from Three Short Reflections on Art, Philosophy & Literature) What bloody soul? Okay, boys. Just this morning I was sitting tearing calluses from my toes with fingernails, splintered and greasy-black with dirt – don’t get the chance to keep them tidy in this hole, must be ten weeks, maybe ten months since last I had […]
A Sure-Fire Way to Avoid Sickness and Disease
Hurry on home From work, prepare One giant leafy Green salad and Stab self in face With the Fork.