Foot-long tresses, plum and tangerine blouse, Ink-smudge breeks – Admiral Horatio Nelson struts. Carnaby St. is a kinetic three blocks. In Lord John’s portal he rib-digs Joe, Land-pirate to a clutter of pharmacies, Shopping list: four honeypots – French Blues. Currency for peacocks is revels or frills.
A fault-line deforms the lark’s sunrise. Frisco unpents itself, shop-soiling a minute. Gloating flames cackle for days. Survivor tents fidget on city-plan lawns. In a leap-the-queue food line Kermit the frog recovered his whereabouts At the brink of intact terrain.
Mater It seemed that all day when I was wandering the city, I was surrounded by a cone of silence and now here I am confronted with this child, and all I hear is noise. The noise of pattering steps, the rustling of clothing as this ugly little thing grasped earnestly for my embrace, the […]
They rise up like bubbles from the black silt bottom of your oceanic mind: tendrils, crustacean eggs intent on life malign, effluence of demon anemones, the slippery spirit spies of your gulf stream, shadow eyes of the truant ebb tide. They bide alignment, organize in time. Soon, they’ll take away your Zune, your Xbox, Your […]
A Kind of Order I love a pint of Sierra Nevada after three straight classes followed by three straight hours of student advising during registration week, wise guys in the bar be damned Unretrained fingers touch the flaming 401k to the gas in the foreclosed basement, smoke commingling with former jobs and phony investments and […]
