The Journey
October 29, 2009
We sat as still as we could
As the underground train ran
Smoothly
Pulling the night unsealed
Like a microwaveable bag.
Your hands thick
Like a peasant’s
(“They are the only thing about him”
I thought
“That looks grown up.”)
Wrapped around my wrist
Lovingly
As you exposed
The leathery ageing faces
The tenderly verminous bodies
Whispering them in my ear
As if for the first time.
01.20.
October 26, 2009
LIVIA: Sometimes I wish I could play an instrument, so I could play with you guys.
KEVIN: Well, you play the pen.
18.44.
October 17, 2009
You plucked my ribs
open. One by one
like leaves of an artichoke.
I let my lungs sneak out
For one
really long moment.
20.01.
October 13, 2009
Exile is a hairy rope.
04.30.
October 11, 2009
In faith, sir –
I don’t know what it is
Maybe it’s the numbers
On your fingers
Inked in black
On their tips
To place them
In the right place
(Which is everywhere
but my hips.)
In faith, sir –
If you don’t mind me asking
Did it hurt?
The pen’s sleek sting
Carving through your skin
Ripping and running
Through flesh and wrapping
Assigning each part
To a part
(Which is anywhere
but here.)
“It is our dream, to make the world taste like bacon.”
October 1, 2009
http://www.jdfoods.net/ourstory.php
AWESOME.
05.52.
July 22, 2009
When you are twenty-two and grew up in a sheltered environment (I.E. fairly spoilt) collecting your dry underwear from the drying rack actually still feels quite rewarding.
01.14.
July 7, 2009
My room is Hiroshima, but my bed is Hawaii.
Polish debacle.
July 5, 2009
Last night I have discovered that it is apparently physically feasible to be arse-fucked with an apple.
14.12.
June 25, 2009
And sometimes with people it’s just like that, you can smell them through the plastic bag. Not dead people, I mean you can smell real alive people, what people think and feel and want, but you feel the plastic on your face and that’s it. Like some kind of aromatic herb. Far far away. And that’s it, that’s all you get isn’t it, really. Or you could open the bag, you could. Except it’s a bit more complicated than that, ripping the bag open and all that, you can’t really do that. I don’t think this is a fitting example. Sorry.
