Matters Most

Out of the endless sky, out of the shadows of dark alleys, out of cornfields as tall as they are dense, came as surreal a feeling as has ever been reported. Heads were freed from necks, and spirits escaped bodies. Together they danced above the unraveling hordes, the stockpiled flesh, the junkyard of body parts both inconsequential and unnecessary.

Calculating Odds

His pleasure and pain are one and the same. C’mon and open up the door; invite in some company. Everyone is extending hands to offer exquisite gifts . Speakers break-up, little eyes spy, and he’ll always be the very thing he fears most.

Quit With the Obedient Tone

We spell out our feelings in bodily fluids. The unctuous, ingratiating populace could never comprehend such a selfless act. They’re always mired in insecurity and blind to reason. To them the price of acceptance is a broken backbone. Get off the floor, bootlickers.

Carbon Monoxide Poisoning

An acrid smoke filled the halls of my house. It put me to sleep and I dreamt in 3-D.

Cold-Hearted Killer

He spoke calmly his last words, the man who never showed remorse for his despicable crimes. The gathered crowd waited with baited breath as his gaze rose from his shackled ankles to meet their glassy eyes. “In one-hundred subsequent lives, when faced with choices identical to those I was presented with in my former lifetime, I would change nothing.”

Famously Impenetrable

Help is furthest from me when it is most needed. Eyes cannot adjust in a room without corners. There is no oxygen here. Airless and senseless, I’m caught in a wormhole, a vortex, returned to the womb, or whatever you want to call it.

The Saddest Clown

“You’d better get going, you don’t want to be late for the party,” she said.

“I can’t breathe. My throat is closing. Water. Please.”

“Just remember you’ve done this one hundred times before, and you always come home at the end of the day. I’m always here waiting.”

“Water. Please.”

Toad Skins and Shark Fins

Close your eyes, breathe through your nose as if to hold in all your fears, and enter the jungle unknown. Upon exiting, a slow exhale, and opening eyes that long to stick together just a moment longer, like young lovers’ lips. I wanted to sleep straight through the morning every morning.

Encoded For Whatever Reason

Even when the message appears from out of nowhere, there is an audience that has been waiting around in anticipation, expecting the expected. The communique rings home only with those who allow themselves to cease thinking, and embrace spontaneity.

My Blood

There is a ring developing in the sink where I keep spitting up my blood.