clambake

I've been a bit nuts lately.  Shaky.  Nervous like never before.  But still holding steady.  I feel the bottom of the lake skirting my feet these days.  I've been paddling upward with baby T-rex hands. Chomping at passing flies.

"Tell me something terrible."

Rolling grumble review.
Maggots on the kitchen floor –a shifting desert of ants hording over them.
Wiggling little faceless babies eaten alive by teems of black specs.

Somehow I feel like this was psychic manifestation –all of the bile being vomited out in the words of two seemingly good people.
Seemingly.
Good.
People.

"And here we have plump white larvae". Take your share.

Getting this project off the ground...

He took a long sip of his coffee.
Then, "Maybe you aren't running because your legs aren't moving."

going for broke

Bunga And The Deep Blue Sea
Sunset Cliffs 9/6/09

Doomsday Again

Toast crumbs on mouth.
Biting remarks on the chest.
Cloud of gnats around the head.
The kill glance grasp.
The huff-sigh silence.
It must be another day.

PLEASE.

early day

'I'm done' he said. The quiet moment. The kick shuffle. The shoulder rise. The sigh fall. The heart drop. The face loosening. The gut quiver. The mouth hanging. The wet drips. 'It's all I can do'.

well

toast instead of lemonade

It was called the Honesty Of Life.
Like window panes shattered free.
Blasts of glass shards dusted in the breeze.
Mouths open with expectant tongues -
Waiting for sharpened snowflakes.

When it was all said and done
You could stand in the opened room
With the comforting hug of cross-drafts
Coming from all angles.
All angels.

It could drop you to kneel.
Blood tears and blood spit.
Blood tongues and blood knees.
Born again. Pulled into arms.
And lifted to your feet again.

Corrosion to the truth.

Young Oliver, age 2 1/2
Photo #2 found in the damp basement of a burned out building.

Bee Sting Enlightenment
:A Play in 5 Movements

Young Oliver, age 2 1/2
Photo found in the damp basement of a burned out building.

Things Seen While Staring At The Ceiling

The days have been rough around the ledges. Back legs are scratching the itch that might not go away. I'm leaking like a sieve. 'I'm crawling here'. The rickety chair is back. I'm standing up on the edge of its back. And it's being shaken. Just when I had gotten that thing stable. I still think I can reach that lightbulb, though. I can change this.
Right

MAX the PUG

Thank you

In the dream
There's a pain in the heart of my chest.
A terrible tearing.
I lift my shirt and look:
Pressed tightly over my heart just under my skin is a sparrow.
Clawing and clawing to get out.
I use my fingers and scratch from the other side.
My skin tears open.
A flock of sparrows releasing into the air as I begin to weep.
It is beautiful. Painful. And alive with love.

Pit Heart

We've seen these winds before.
They'd be out of season; except that they have no season.
They cloud the golden light that IS
The truth.

diprosopus