October 4, 2018
It was likely 2009, the first encounter,
(although this is only a faint attempt
to grab at black pools of memory
and tether them to temporality). To admit:
it was wholly unremarkable.
A rurally-situated living room;
a facade for bonfires, circled by youth.
And you held a guitar and sang,
the fingertips of a false English accent,
swirling like wax from the melted crayons
of your influences.
October 3, 2018
my girlfriend is taking a nap
i look up porn
n jherk off
i cum on myself
then forget about it
and browse the internet
i check to see if she’s awake
i buy a bunch of stuff with her credit card
i notice the cum has dried on my chest
i pick it out of the hairs
and put it on my desk i crush it up into a powder
it looks like cheap cocaine haha
i notice she’s in bed watching me do this
she says wut the fuck r u doing
i tell her
i got us some cocaine baby
she grabs a hundred dollar bill from her purse
rolls it up
and snorts a line
and gives me the bill
and i snort a line
October 1, 2018
You Had Me at Ello
Bibles had failed. The Doves were failing. Sid, Bibles, and Candy were an indivisible & irreducible sum, a chimeric, eldritch aberration, a cosmic joke with the single-minded teleologic purpose of terrorizing me, livestock for a defeated creator. The summit had failed. Sid strode into the citadel with all the cultivated conviction of a labor leader vying for stolen credibility, cradling breviary,
September 21, 2018
Rand was leaving. He sulked up the blue stairs, pale and hard in the overhead light, and felt the basement’s humidity wither into the staid dry heat of the night above. It was the end of summer, but Rand knew there would be several more hot and immobile nights ahead, and as he opened the maintenance door and stepped into the acrid air, he cursed them.
He was already sweating when he locked the door and lowered and secured the gate.