Jul 22
A Sacrifice to the Gods of Industry I did not help usher my son into this world so that he could give his life over to Hydra Hydraulics, slaving through twelve-hour shifts in stifling heat for shitheel managers. However, I didn’t intend to have him sit around the house playing video games all fucking day, …
Jul 21
90 days of fiancés: #1 Tin weather hissed, beaded bodies pressed against the windowpanes. The baby forced his fists against the glass. I asked my fiancé if he called upon God to crack the sky and spill water like venom dripping from the serpent’s tongue He knew the baby and I wanted to go outside. …
Jul 20
Sleeping Within her light of beauty, the body lay. Death has no answer of where she is going. Only wind blowing from the east, indicating storms and tears on the horizon. Bob Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone” playing on some hipster’s phono. Far away. Not seen. My wife, gone. Not known where to search. I …
Jul 19
Without Photos Down Lake Michigan, this white sand took generations to crush it from rock. Beyond sandpiper’s and bald hill, winds of dry dunes flip my protective lenses down, and I see your smile, your crusted jaw, sand trapped on your neck of grit on grits. Before, we talked about homes and the steps down …
Jul 18
guy eating grocery store sushi on the midnight d train it’s midnight on the d train which means this city’s turned back into a rotted-out pumpkin there’s a man vaping making the train car smell like strawberries and weed another guy is drinking a gallon of whole milk and spoon eating peanut butter out of …
Jul 17
Fragmentation The robots break dance to commemorate human extinction. Supplant human language with AI generated words. New history of new birthing process. Hearse parked outside Adult Mart. Robots making out with loitering dead human corpse heads until they break down into past severed ties. I can’t read your robot mind and you replaced mine. Bugbot …
Jul 16
He The world tonight is so old, so dark, as if its long-awaited end is near. Dogs sleep in the dark, silence creeps into every corner. Behind the open window in the living room, even the curtains do not stir. Outside, it’s so quiet, it’s as if the night stands before the blackboard, without having …
Jul 15
Living Ain’t For Everybody I emerge from my study for two goddam minutes, just trying to grab a cherry limeade Frostie out of the kitchen when I hear a raspy voice pronounce ominously. “119.” I don’t have to ask what the number signifies; it’s all the old bastard has been talking about since the first …
Jul 14
ON BOB KAUFMAN’S 100th BIRTHDAY Gray skies on Good Friday over a nameless super tramp, thumbing my way up north until I’m at the cross streets where I was born to become a ghost in between the lines and in between the pauses where the music fades beautifully— a pain worth sticking around for, wisdom …
Jul 13
Oscillating Godhead Catastrophe Now we are obsolete just as the dolphins bid us welcome home Not one or two but infinitely containable If you can hear this portrait of destruction I made the frame thudding like distance crack like sting We don’t have enough water food blood bags waves power clean needles instead the empty …
