Archive for the Splurging category

Sandbox

This is just a box. You can­not come into this box. You can­not come into this box with me. I do not share this box. This box is mine. I will climb into this box. I am now climb­ing into this box. I will close the lid of this box. I am now clos­ing the […]

From fecund to feckless

I’ll try and speak and shout and scream above the sirens for you, dearest. Raise my faded energy loss voice and alco­hol addled larynx above the soused spec­tat­ors on the streets out­side and down and dead. So, yes, you should be warned that there’s one stink­ing shit­load of Fri­day night fren­zied fuck­ing and fest­iv­it­ies going […]

The great provoker

I know it can’t be. And I know it shouldn’t be, will never be, must never be. And I know you shouldn’t be talk­ing to me when you’re noth­ing but an inan­im­ate object. Noth­ing but a mere obelisk of imper­fect glass. And I know that I shouldn’t hear its watery pleas. And I know that […]

Incantation

I am the whis­per the whisperer the shy of voice the pause that becomes a cadence I am the word between the words after the rise and before the fall I am the dead air that even in own­er­ship of silence beats with a heart of pos­sib­il­ity I am the empti­ness in your lungs between […]

Strange things happen

Nine o’clock at night he comes to the door. Nine o’clock at night. Nine o’clock, I ask you. I tell you, he did. To the door. At nine. What sort of time? What sort of hour? What sort of time and hour do you call this? He knocks. I answer. We stand star­ing at each […]

Scorched earth policy

Can you? Can you hear? Is this work­ing? Thing on? Is this on? Is this thing on? Tap tap tap. No sound, noth­ing. Good. Click track and rewind. Press but­ton and rewind. Start again. Start over. Start start start and startle me. Start again. Start over. Over already, before we begin. Start. Shall we start? […]

Unsigned confession

wel­come to your nervous ill­ness your nervous sys­tem your flut­ter­ing and your fluc­tu­at­ing cue clam­our­ing voices are the clam­our­ing voices ready yes ready we’re ready as of a dec­ade ago stood five deep and stacked sev­en­teen high off­stage left primed and pre­pared and per­fectly poised take to the spot­lights take to the flood­lights switch switch […]