Archive for February, 2008

Stickered tip to toe

Noth­ing fits, from dawn on through weary after­noon into still and sleepy dusk. I am out to vis­it­ors inside my own skin, since today I am an unwel­come guest myself. Your face don’t fit, mate. You ain’t fackin’ comin’ in. Frame cracked, smeared glass, imper­fectly aligned and pic­ture crooked. Up a bit, up a bit, […]

The aliens live amongst us

“Ali­ens, mostly. Def­in­itely the ali­ens. Jehovah’s Wit­nesses, homo­sexu­als, les­bi­ans. I wouldn’t be too sure about the Muslims, though I don’t object to them myself, you under­stand. You just can’t be too care­ful, can you? But you can’t say I’m not fair, because an Amer­ican on the street would, well, you know. I just wouldn’t know […]

Your Ghost

Says the shadow: “I painted this mir­ror for you last night, just as you asked many moons ago. I am an artist of broad, fren­zied brush­strokes when the night sweats seize me and shake me sense­less.” Says the ghost: “From this moment for­ward, every drop of you will be forever soaked into the pitch black. […]

Moonshot #1

I have hatched a plot whereby we can at last get our slip­pery, sweaty hands on our prey. I know you don’t believe it’s pos­sible, but it is. It truly is. It has to be, because these sun­lit, cloud-dashed days of ifs and buts are grow­ing tired of our pro­cras­tin­a­tion. A dull fever is setting […]