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alternative school
teens deboard the bus like quail
all over the street
After his team's defeat he prowled home all geared up to murder something. She read the signs and prepared a sacrificial beer.
"If your critique doesn't hurt, it can't help me learn and grow," I said. "Then we should have a safety word," she replied.
In the beginning was the Word,
and through a fine fissure of an "L"
our world gushed forth
in all its goddamn splendor.
How I know to trust her:
Here, she says, try this.
I put out my hand
and she offers me sunlight.
She could see everything: sunshine behind the windowpane, birches in a cluster, even the mental institution's pond frogs.
"i still don't get it. what's a metaphor?" the student mumbled. she paused, but then said it, "when you call me puta."
Once upon a time, a boy immolated a frog. His parents found him face down in the pond the next day, not a frog in sight.
He tosses out her bottles of omega-3, antioxidants, and zinc, wondering why she didn't buckle up.
Firing coloured explosives from the dock, looking into the sky. You kiss me. I hit you back. Our combustible ritual, every year.
Roasting in sun-view, suit holed, air all but gone, Zak craves grass between his toes. Facing home, he's dying to feel rain.
the gas-pedal gauged her frustration at the gloom. she drove recklessly on days like these, as though she were chasing Spring
Obama backwards is amabo, in Latin, "I will love." So forwards must be: "They have hated." Some are still stuck in the imperfect.
The merciless bride smiles at the reception line. Festivities are planned. Then he'll be all hers for the night. For life.
"People who don't trust others are untrustworthy," says a boy carving ice. I drink fake cocoa and ask, "How would we know?"
she left her makeup smudged when she headed out to meet him for lunch. it wouldn't have felt honest otherwise
We remember her with plastic roses thrown into the refuse of the Pacific. Her husband drinks in New York with his mistress.
'I don't want my funeral to be a sombre occasion,' Dad used to say. To this end he split his fortune between six mistresses.
Hollow gingerbread man, licorice lace innards, prune heart. In the head, a cookie fortune. It pounds the inside of the oven door.
One hundred thousand
Transparent hairs on your face
Blotting salt-hot tears
She said she was out of my league. So I asked: "What about a cup-tie?" Really, I should have seen the penalty kick coming.
A train whistle slips through the rain. Your memory Dopplers into my past. I bleed coffee and update a pie chart.
When she met him, the rain stopped, the clouds parted and the sun shone once more. The drought lasted the rest of her life.
Are trees offended standing
by telephone poles? Do they aspire
to charged practicality?
Watford Gap verge through coffee steam
hum of traffic noise
knowing we are an hour away - the beauty of the service station
My private motorway, from childhood football after construction to arrival at Wigan homeward bound, clear route past roundabout town
Ever since the Church replaced the Blood of Christ with the Extract of Opium, reported Visions of Mary became ever so glorious.
I pulled the alarm as a joke. I didn't know about the real fire, but no one believed me. My school needed a hero, not a clown.
She marked out "susurrated" and sent the article back. "We're not writing for wine drinkers. And I want to see your receipts."
Charon trawls the internet for discarded avatars. Small, surplus lives, flotsam of the electronic sea.
A great business plan
Cartoon character condoms
That talk like puppets
You pay me to ram, scrape, wreck
Bad drivers near you
He is my charge. My long fuse, my ominous weather report. Nocturne, shiver. Sailboat on a moon river.
Watching a woodpecker go at our shed with such gusto, I didn't have the heart to tell him it was aluminum.
He sleeps so hard he looks dead. Then he sighs, unaware of the seizure of love and fear aroused in the quiet. I fold more laundry.
I roll your words around my mouth
Like a plum
Taste them.
No one hates the Beatles as much as the guy calling numbers at the DMV. "Number eight," he says, then grimaces.
he is a fishnet jobbing as a windsock
corkboard bobbing, hoping the sea opens
unmoored, he says send me a storm for a doorway
vile hissing possum
lost traction on its entrails
can’t outrun my car
As my friend told me about Peak Oil, my tongue fretted the crack in my bottom left molar. I nodded and took another sip of my coke.
In the brownstone, a couple fighting in the tub soaks the floor. Their laughter runs into the drip of your ceiling.
We throw a body off the ship and his fellows follow in a macabre necklace. Begging hands snatch my ankle as they rush by.
Non-violent protesters jailed for life. Fascist state feeds and clothes them: socialism creeps in, a hesitant embrace.
"You're wasting music," my parents said. I turned off the radio and listened to branches scraping the house, forks tapping plates.
Each snowflake unique
Crystalline iterations
Sparkle as they die
The job
of the sky
is to be blue.
How much
does it pay?
Departing, I watch the sun expand, consuming planets like Cronus eating his young. What Zeus has left these stones in his stead?
i prayed to the patron saint of sheep; i dreamt of cinnamon & spices from far-off lands; i walked on sunshine & brushed clouds from my eyes.
The universe stopped expanding and started to pull back into itself. After the thaw, Henry noticed there were dinosaurs again.
Paul Gardner serves beer in ceramic dishes, spilling foam all over the bed. He toasts Rose: Your health, and death to snails.
old astronauts
yearn for space, unable
to relate to earth
Love Poem
Sometimes my shirt makes sparks. Watch me take it off.
The warmth of her embrace transcends her steel skull, nylo-gelatin skin, copper arteries. Together we are more than human.
The man on the street hacks a coconut with a machete, hands it to her with a straw and a smile, his life a novelty for her soft, pale hands.
Sweet corn for supper
Grinning
From ear to ear.
Kamikaze Pilot
When I came home
I didn't get
a hero's welcome.
Dusk
In the early
evening, brown
glows
like neon. Faces
are lost
in the scuffle
between light and dark.
