A Departure

"A Departure"
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I see her from across the airport bar. Her black dress makes it look like she’s just returned from a funeral, but I know from my extensive research that this is the way she dresses nearly all of the time. I admire her style. She is reading “Beauty’s Punishment” by Rice and I am reading “Philosophy in the Bedroom” by De Sade. I smile and think that perhaps I have a few things I could teach her before our time together is up.

Our blue eyes meet.

She could be my sister, for her hair is dark like mine, and she possesses the same inquisitive mousy nose… but in so many ways we are also different. She could even be my mother, but tonight she will be my whore instead, my surrogate womb to crawl back inside. Some warm flesh to break the ice of realty.

The next morning, as I wash my bloody hands in the river I realize that I miss her. This is a first, but by the time my hands dry I have already forgotten.

'09

You Gotta Have a Gimmick

(Thanks, Andy)

A naked man with no arms is bashing his head against a brick wall. He weeps bitterly. His pregnant wife sits beside him. Holding a huge knife. She cuts open her pregnant belly and it is full of ravenous vampire bats. A dwarf in a Nixon mask walks in carrying a banner that says "kill your parents, kids!" The man with no arms' head explodes, covering the brick wall with his brains. The bats fly around the dwarf, swarming him and drinking his blood. The woman points at the wall, a look of sheer awe on her face. The brain splatter spells out "spicy chicken sandwich. Only $1."

An American Problem

Starving for a red hot hotdog, Timmy took his final Taco Bell paycheck to Dr.Hotdog's hotdog shack. He looked at the hotdog girl, with burning hotdog desire in his eyes and pain in his hotdogless stomach, and said "Gimme a hotdog." They were out of hotdogs.

Immortal Coil

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before Hyem dreamed of Hitler,
and later terror clutched Berlin
I first divined with shotgun shells,
and sung to God in silenced hymns

I saw the reign of Charlemagne,
as spear point burst the Roman tide
and then the flood of Constantine
when our God was but a child


I have seen all these things
and so much more

but I have yet to see a single truth


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Holy Waterboarding

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I miss the plaid skirts and switchblades
I miss the misogyny and the blind faith

Confessionals like bathroom stalls
And rosaries used as garrotes

I miss my childhood


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I Might Be An Alien, And Look Like a Seal, But Your Husbands Are My Baby-Daddies

Oh, I have slipped you, surly blondes of Earth!
Dodged Coach purses and Prada heels!
Then escaped to my ship, where I gave birth
to a litter of hybrid seals.

Hybrid, that is, between Seal-Martian-Me
and your husbands -- so tall and so buff!
No doubt in my mind of paternity;
and the last check y'all sent? Not enough!

So this letter's been sent to summon your guys
To a court in Seal Country on Mars
They won't pay? Let them know that they should if they're wise
Or I'll go after their golfclubs and cars!

"Rough Beasts, Hold Your Heads Up High (or, That’s Me In The Corner)"

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her borrowed power

long gone


this angel’s wings have withered
like dead autumn leaves

be warned
this is no analogy

…this isn’t even poetry


(this is the copper taste of blood,
the chemical smell of cum)


This is the clockwork nature of love
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