“Heady perfume...”
You are mistaken.
This is light
compressing
forward
me
penetrating
you:
heatseeking
pheromone
trace
In response to your query, a diamond
there's only
room tone
at the other end
you hold on, mesmerized
by shimmer slow drift shards
icy oxygen
silence
then you hang up
I am the twilight whispering
cusp of spidery fate
a nomad heartbeat
sync'd to
mysterious
nebulae
oh
but have you met my sister
ghost twin soul
separated at birth
by death?
This is an ode to a two-faced god with whom there is no correct response
Originally published in TRUCE issue V (download PDF) I. —Have you done this before? —You keep asking. What’s it to you? —Just doing my job. —Whatever. —So you know this can last up to 16 hours. And it can go horribly, painfully wrong… —Will you stop! What do we have here? He spreads out an array of small neat translucent envelopes with miniature labels—illustrated to advertise their ...
Mocha Bar: a sea of ghetto fab and in the midst of all that, an anomaly— a red headed Viking stares at me—or should I say we exchange covert glances while I attempt to focus on a martini, or an old friend; a new acquaintance; clocking the Viking’s movements from my locus of interaction. Glimpsed on the landing, dancing with some gyrating unknown; lost for a second, but I look up from my ...
...my first stop of course, the ATM of my desire bracket blinking still in the night...
The couple next to me are being effortlessly annoying. She indulges the conceit of being the only beautiful girl in the world, and he’s preying on her idiocy. At some point she gets up for the bathroom, he glances over at me and smiles. He takes out a cigarette,
“Do you have a light?”
I Claudius a life measured In forkfuls of truffle and bloated caviar, crayfish swimming in bitch-brew innards of a bitch-whale