I will tame blank pages [poem]

I will tame blank pages

Like The Titanic tamed the iceberg

Like Kennedy tamed the bullet

Like The Challenger tamed the bonds of earth

Alienation #6

At the high end shopping facility
Everything presents as a threat
The opulence surrounding

The mannequins
Grey menace

The Range Rovers harsh
Their halogens upon a blinded world

Footsteps which
Bear the weight
Of state violence

Fingers which know the touch
Of 911 dials
Antifa paranoias
Those who smile and wave to cops

Now we know who they’re willing
To slaughter
In untold number
To avoid the slightest inconvenience

Alienation #5


I empty thick harrows in muddy heaps

Plasticine and shadowed

There is no room for this face anymore.


Pigments of hair

Rile in aisles

The thickness of manes

Carry worth


What r u

Some sort of

Blank vector

Through which

All anxieties plunder?


I am aether transpondent


A yawn rises

It’s only 3am

You’re not allowed to sleep anymore

Not since the war


There is no righteousness in your mercy

But you’re sanctimonious all the same.

Boy Anachronism


LSD Soundsystem plays on the TV I found by the garbage cans today. 1/3 of the screen doesn’t work and I painted a smiley face on it. It’s the best TV I’ve ever owned.


Somewhere someone is telling a joke that only makes in the moment and every subsequent attempt to recall it will only be a hollow echo.


I only give you the parts of myself I’m willing to part with.


The internet is messy sterility.


I’m wearing a skirt right now and that’s the only thing that makes sense.


Airing my clean laundry to the world is such dirty business.


My love was a hurricane but now rises with the water table.

30 Days of Short Stories #11 #flashfiction

Each night when I go to sleep I become a termite. I am an ugly, shiny, pale thing in a colony full of other ugly, shiny, pale things.

I do the work of other termites. I am not very high up in the chain of command. I bite and I bite and I bite at the hard wood. It feels like I will lose my teeth. The other termites bark orders. I work harder. I want to quit but I will starve if I do.

When I wake up I have splinters in my teeth and stuck in my gums. My furniture is fucked. I’ve gone through eight tables this year. The people at the furniture store know me. I’m afraid they have figured it out.