Here’s something for you, she said, handing G a drink of some mixture, which he downed immediately upon holding the glass. Here’s something for you, he said, handing the drink back to her. That’s for you S, he said, and she walked away, hating him. G stood up and followed her through the party of people, the people of the party, to the kitchen where she placed down the glass and eyed the cocaine on the counter,
Just as he pulled the trigger, everything disappeared; the room exploded into a pure white oblivion that faded pink, then red. In his ears, the “WHAM” of a massive detonation that gave way to the eternal scream of dying eardrums. The weight of the gun & feel of the pistol grip evaporated. His teeth, clenched against the barrel & chomping down on the steel as the gun exploded in his mouth.
at the word of mouth dinner
not even the American secret police knew about
candlelight flickering
upon the skulls of the catacombs
the Geezer said possession is nine points of the law Ned
so keep your mitts off my beaver hat
unless you think it is worth getting stabbed over
I often smelled him before I saw him. A scent so disarming, one whiff would flay me, raw and pink, open to infection. He smelled like a boy’s adventures gone stale but sweet. Like mown lawns in autumn. Like Marlboro Lights, drugstore soap and something medicinally pure.
In a sad office space in Orlando, I performed data entry tasks for a two-bit cable contractor. I was paid 10 dollars an hour.