Tag: spilled ink

Packing Instructions For A Farewell Via FedEx

keep everything within.  pack the corners with cellophane, lung with cigarette. tight thoughts without forms: is whoever my pincushion my religion? what is what? is what is, is? questions without answers. journeys without destinations.  sealed tight, that unknowable great, that observing cloud, is but a mason-jar of desperation, that’s swirling, and swirling still, never at […]

House of Madness

In this house of flies  I sit with my mouth agape, two-jaw encore to a wake.  Eyes wide and white as saucers.  Face masked in a glossy sheen.  All insects die; yet here I am, still thriving like a beehive.  Someone’s fucking shouting again.  The queen smacks the back of my head and again, someone’s […]

To Be Kind

If I could, I would give myself to some unknowing God, tribal chief, prostrate bone against blood – if it meant that all of you were safe forever. To be kind, this crushing sense of love – it permeates the skin, a henna tattoo. I feel its breath, pressing down on my back, a cape […]

d&t class

Reminded myself not to talk to you. Not even to look. I’m always reminded that I am not Swayze – and you are not a ghost. That this is happening now. That we are not some formless clay spinning on a wheel waiting to be touched. When & how did we end up this way? […]

Hall of Mirrors

My writing adorns the walls of this ridiculous, worn-down circus tent. Fitting, that I’ve mastered both walking the tightrope and cracking the whip. I jump, through flaming hoops I set alight. I am the elephant, the seventh clown stuffed into a clown-car. A churlish charade. Watch. This is the part where I shoot down all the tin-cans and pick the giant […]