Arrives Like A Coma

November 30, 2006

Accustomed to experimentation, taken by surprise, we explain away sudden visions that come like rapid fire as if they never existed, when in reality what we see in passing is more intense than what we will ourselves to see, or not to see. Voices are passing in the night.


Seasickness, Seasickness

November 25, 2006

He hates the taste but loves to draw blanks. He loses time and awakens to find himself inside a hole.


Half Room Map Drawing

November 24, 2006

What bird sings from the top of the tree, the leafless old cedar tree? What bird sings a sugary melody that raises all the mourners to their feet? It’s the blackbird calling to his wounded mate, crying from atop the cedar tree.


Diagnosis Waiting

November 20, 2006

The carnival of flesh has come to an end. The delicate face hangs upon the wall, writhing forever and drawing our eyes away from one another. We are threatened in its company and we are as hopeless as those who’ve been buried alive.


Boxes Hidden In Attics

November 19, 2006

Camouflaged master plans undergo changes in the presence of heightened skepticism, as each literal translation begs for further evaluation before its inevitable redefinition. Nothing is as it seems, but nothing remains unknown. All we saw is not who you are.


Afternoons With Aliens

November 18, 2006

Half the sky is orange, the other half indigo, and everywhere it bleeds together. Winds whip briskly with the coming of winter, and anticipated rains approach as I ease further down the road.


Comet’s Tail Stains Black Skies

November 17, 2006

Flatfooted, slow-moving, slothful child. Where is your lush green open field, now? Big surprises are awaiting you.


Manifested

November 15, 2006

Systemic pistol firings send shells tumbling to the dirt, while tightly spiraling hellhounds vastly outrun their casings. It’s a simple image of a skeleton tearing free from the flesh with which it once resided.


Volume Exceeds Containment

November 13, 2006

Sometimes, the slightest gesture goes unnoticed, and we perceive a null response as a general symptom of societal misanthropy. In instances such as these, the tiniest act of genuine benevolence sends the heart athrill.


Archaeological Digs Yield Results

November 12, 2006

Stories as old as fables from biblical times still scare us to sleep at night.