Insect Larvae

My heart beats faster. My heart beats slower. My heart beats at the pace mandated by the contents of my bloodstream.  Your radiant cheek flat against your pillow. Your lips slightly pursed. Wisps of hair like smoke curl against your forehead. My heart beats faster. You have the luminescence of a glow worm.

Spires Prick Skin And Leave No Trace

Black pearls around the neck of a missed connection. Bland pears dropping from the branches of a dying fruit tree. Blank pages in the back of an unfinished script. Blurry points dot the landscape of a swollen brain at once overboard and underused.

Bound To A Satellite Dish

He fell to his knees like a dog. Collared, cornered, and scared. No longer a friend to anyone in this world, he accepted his place and resigned himself to stalking the city’s countless streets reaching out for spare coins.

Finger Pointer

What’s worse than being at odds with popular opinion is when you’re pointing one way and everybody else is looking in the other direction.

Laying Down Arms

Attempting to discern truth in an overactive imagination. Each perception has its own polar opposite. She’s too tired to speak now. She cares little anymore. He’s awake and compelled to speak now. He is too attentive. A pause, a recess from waxing affords time to be blinded with the aid of the sun.

Our Neighborhood Is Changing

Thick blue ink trickles down the side of a broken ballpoint pen. The pen rests on an empty sheet of lined paper. The blank paper sits perfectly centered on an old oak desk. The desk is set back from the far wall in a musty-smelling study whose walls are lined with bookcases. The bookcases hold early editions of texts in foreign languages no one in this home has ever read. The study, located on the top floor of the house, overlooks a deserted street. The pavement and the sidewalks are beginning to show their age. The neighborhood is changing, but here remains the same.

Reflections In A Frame

I watched you return when you thought nobody was watching.

Make Me Whole Again!

Shiny logarithmic optical delusion, calculate my inanity thrice more. Exasperating active remote control, push my buttons, see me change. Fortuitous electrocution, your wisdom comes like winter squalls. Be not assuming, consistency is the mark of slothfulness. How many cliches does it take to fill a genie-encased lamp?

Like A Helicopter Spitting Dust

Nobody ever said the road was easy. In my years I have made many trips, and have survived to this point with only minor troubles at predictable junctures. This time it was unexpected, so my frustration was fathomless. It was the absolute perfect way to begin a wretched adventure.

Smokes

In a blue winter jacket I stood alone behind the movie theater. You rushed outside and checked to make sure no one was following you. We walked to where no one would see us in an unlit flowerbed. Enough small talk. I’d already faked my way through more conversation than I would have liked just to get myself there. I stopped you mid-thought and began to do what we had both come here to do. Who’s lips tastes like cigarettes, yours or mine?