SLAMMING IT DOWN

I listened to a lousy radio station demand money as I drove home from work yesterday and the sales pitch was worse than any advertisement. Some amateur disc jockey bitch nagged me with a mother's whine, the kind of sound old girlfriends make immediately prior to being dumped. I listened to her anguish and I cringed. Then her...
Today I found them by chance and re-read them: he tells me it’s because of the drink that he is in jail and that he is going to stop when he gets released and he is never going to drink again and that he misses me and asks me to look after ma: he writes he is sorry and regretful and...
the neighbors are setting off fireworks the sky is farting national pride only it’s like the civil war it looks and feels like they’re firing them at each other my cat is scared under the couch the air tastes like sulfur the trees are blocking any view that might be pretty and they just keep going...

Robert

My husband had no idea that he’d proposed. Nor I. We just suddenly found people turning up outside our home with salads. Sweetmeats. Kitchen appliances. We looked at each other, shrugged. “Do you think they mean to kill us?” “I’m not sure. It’s possible.”
I’m gonna tell everyone my Facebook got hacked. It isn’t true. It’s easier when trying to surgically remove family members and fake friends like fake news. Social media has been to me like a dermoid cyst, with its teeth and nails and lanugo-like fine hairs, no heartbeat or facial features. A deformed doll I should have discarded years ago. The truth is...

covid-culture

If you stand away from me & I stand away from you & you & you & you many of us will need to walk on water & cling to the cliffs on the sides of mountains. Ex-city dwellers will spit plant pigments over their hands onto the walls & ceilings inside their caves & people like...
the thin film of my mouth on your cunt in a half-mile high toilet just to keep us going through an invisible security corridor from west to east notes of golden brown play easily as we fuck each other over and land in Berlin Templehof 1986 the airport border guards check that i'm some Persian-Irish renegade and you're my Meinhof-Dansk trophy halfway between Mujāhid-IRA and Danish Anarcho-Syndicalist that's...

saying goodbye

reading Leonard Cohen by candlelight, visualizing bonfire night, your birthday were you still alive under that streetlamp, we could walk together to your bench and talk awhile it’s what we always did best— just talk, just care I’ll print this poem in a lonely font and burn it in a bowl, set the ashes facing east next time it storms
Ten minutes into this interview, and my frayed sleeve is on full display, but not in a good way definitely not a hey, sailor-ish way, more, she has to stretch 50 dollars over 10 days. you raise your eyes and give a soft clearing of your throat, and if I were a New Orleans seagull, I would...
After waking up from a four day binge of alcohol, hash, pills, I found myself lying next to a woman I didn’t love, though she said that she loved me, the woman I loved had marched out of my world: beside the bed, the floor was cluttered with empty wine bottles, over-flowing ashtrays, take-out-food cartons, plates of rotting food and the interest of...