Today driving down the interstate my vehicle started to make a sound not unlike metal grinding against metal. I pulled over as gray smoke billowed against my windows. There were flames when I pulled open the hood. I put out the fire with half a cup of cold chai and a four day old coke.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Caught by Caroline and Kimala
standing against a wall that had seen too much
spray paint and the quick passionate moments of
adolescence he flipped open and
shut a silver, beat up zippo lighter that
had long since stopped working. He stared
at the floor which had once been
a soft cream color now staring back
at him a murky brown. He began to think
about the time when he let a lover leave before he
had awoken. but he was awake laying there completely still
as the purple dawn crept in. she slipped her underwear on, scoffed
at a blister on her heel. he would wake up three hours later,
to the smell of coffee and lilacs. he never saw her
again, and thought it was for the best. the
leaves of the willow tree in the
back yard were beginning to fold
over on the ground and made
a perfect curtained hideaway for
summer days that began to seem
too overwhelming--
sickness is what you get when
your parents sit you down at the head of
the table and say "we miscarried" and then
you faintly begin to disappear. fingernails first
then the ridges of your eyelids. you toss yourself
but nothing regenerates. i kissed him once behind
the ear and promised not to go. They clung on
desperately. from their hospital bed
and from their eyes so full of
hope they continued to catch
the less troubled by surprise.
You caught me by surprise.
spray paint and the quick passionate moments of
adolescence he flipped open and
shut a silver, beat up zippo lighter that
had long since stopped working. He stared
at the floor which had once been
a soft cream color now staring back
at him a murky brown. He began to think
about the time when he let a lover leave before he
had awoken. but he was awake laying there completely still
as the purple dawn crept in. she slipped her underwear on, scoffed
at a blister on her heel. he would wake up three hours later,
to the smell of coffee and lilacs. he never saw her
again, and thought it was for the best. the
leaves of the willow tree in the
back yard were beginning to fold
over on the ground and made
a perfect curtained hideaway for
summer days that began to seem
too overwhelming--
sickness is what you get when
your parents sit you down at the head of
the table and say "we miscarried" and then
you faintly begin to disappear. fingernails first
then the ridges of your eyelids. you toss yourself
but nothing regenerates. i kissed him once behind
the ear and promised not to go. They clung on
desperately. from their hospital bed
and from their eyes so full of
hope they continued to catch
the less troubled by surprise.
You caught me by surprise.
10 day countdown
And the visa department of the Swedish Embassy is only open from 2pm to 3pm...apparently.
Friday, July 24, 2009
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