Salem alehcon madreseh sharood shod the white shal was never stifling. familiar dust and the deep smell of roses. little girls all in rows. But how can my Baba see me? How does he know I am his little girl? The one in blue? The one with the rose? Nikes! Nikes! Over Here! Man enjaContinue reading “Madreseh مدرسه”
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Execute the Attack
Dormant and dead timbered trembles Horse hair meets sun dried intestines Twist the nipples Tighten the restraints Nuzzle close placed in the crook Hide meets Gut Frog and Bridge Kiss and Rip the Rhythms.
Processing Reality
Some times It’ s hard to keep thing s straight. Wha t’s the differ ence between real ity and sub conscious ness. Some times, I can not tell.
Who Were You?
The silk nightgown hung loose ending just above your knees as you frantically run between bedroom and closet. You have a house now, all your own. And two dogs, all your own. You’re not married, but you were never one for emotionless paperwork. You have five children, just like your mother. And you can makeContinue reading “Who Were You?”
Writing in the Dark
March Baba March
March towards the fiery light March towards the book burnings March towards the green pastures of the world March towards the end of the sands March towards the freedom of this land March towards March to wards March toward March to war March towards me Come and find me And I will march with you.
Tie My Laces
I Shall Urinate in the Men’s Bathroom!
I shall urinate in the men’s bathroom! I shall read Maxim magazine, I shall reclaim colors like blue and black, and maybe even green. I will drink beer while watching football, play Halo 3 with SK3W, confess to peers the worst of sins, while watching pornography too. I will shout the obscenest of words, likeContinue reading “I Shall Urinate in the Men’s Bathroom!”
Drown (Or, Learning How to Swim the Hard Way)
I’m suffocating. I can’t breathe. They tell me it’s easy. They tell me it’s natural. They tell me inhale, exhale inhale deep breaths. But how can you breathe when you are drowning? How can you breathe below the surface? Wading beneath the waters, watching the colors dance on the viscous curvature, sensual mockery, “See how easy?”Continue reading “Drown (Or, Learning How to Swim the Hard Way)”
Experiment 27 ½: Rain and Washing Machines
After many experiments, I have officially concluded that, in fact, these are the sounds of the rain and washing machines as best can be represented by human speech! Rain 1. Shlip-Splop 2. Blink-Tink 3. Vavoom 4. Pink-Plink 5. Stop-Slop 6. Crinkle-Crack Washing Machine 1. Shimy-Shake 2. Sixes 3. Broth 4. Viscous 5. Seepage 6. WorcestershireContinue reading “Experiment 27 ½: Rain and Washing Machines”
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