She wore blue lipstick and wandered aimlessly underneath hot-pink dotted lights in a dark room with designer drink in hand. The crowd craved each other’s attention in silence and assumed apathy. The music bent the walls and turned the place into a breathing organism of psychedelic music and malevolent morose. Pills of all colors spun…
The solemn sigh carried on and I wondered why sullen, why surrender, why defeat at the deftness of the day? And the winter of my discontent drove me to a wailing, pushed me to a dissonant drivel, babbling the better parts of my present. How many years had I laid dormant? Ascertaining at my grave,…
Leggings arrayed with upside-down crosses came to my attention a few months ago at a Mobil in the middle of the night. A young girl fiendishly frolicked by giggling at her phone as it sat in her hand in selfie-high-up angle.( The trip gag should make its way back anytime now.) Her long, black pointy nails…
You like your family? Do they like you? Do they know the real you? Mine didn’t even want the chance to. My father was a rolling stone and the mom was a sultry siren. From what I understand, they both were madly in love with each other initially. They couldn’t keep their paws off themselves. Of…
I came home and threw myself on the couch, defeated and deservingly enervated. The day had drilled its devilish talons in my derriere and I exhaled relieved knowing this day, Sunday, was my “Friday.” Franz Schubert showed me his frenzied showmanship in maddening melodies as I kicked my cowboy boots off. Breathed like a morphined…
It was effortless. I took my precious time. She had no idea. I almost envied her. “Hello, do I know you?” she said with her left hand above her brow to block the sun while her right held the water hose right above her white roses. “Hi, ” I said walking through her gate…
hi how you doin? my name is Frank. I run a supply store down here in Georgia and wanted to let you know . I’ve been successful for over 30 years .man I can’t tell you what a blessing its been wow blows me away. My wife left me for another man but thet doesn’t…
I was twenty years old when I heard that nightmarish reed shrill and shriek and drop in tone and naked-lunch-baritone shower the stars in my skull with its explosive orgasmic release. I recall sitting at an office of a Good Night Inn on a bad morning, where I was desk clerk and twirling my tie…
“I want to see other people,” she said removing her glasses and rubbing the bridge of her nose with a long sigh. The light softly centering the both of them on that old black leather couch they received as a wedding gift a few years ago. “See other people?” He replied with a vulnerability in…
Congruently disseminating and amid the crude dissonance, I rubbed upon the weathered beads while my back bone complained of the wooden pew. I demurred in my doting youth against the clergy and here I find myself staring at old, hard bubble gum on the floor inside the house of god, in the shape of Golgotha….
