the tantalizing tease of a second round appearance — the hopes are flying high again let me go grab my landing shoes for when I meet the ground, so familiar how can we surrender to all the excitement? how do we build ourselves up over and over and manage to…

pumice stones, vesicular, scratching at the back of a foot, pitted slab, she said the lady looked rough … she’s a cloistered clam and I don’t know what else to say about it… you can tell when you read something and it’s just sort of about nothing — and you…

Sunday dinner with the family was a little different this week. We all sat around a dumpy-ass table in the middle of the nursing home. From where I was sitting, I could see a big bowl of pasta. My younger sister Gina was across from me, and next to her…

checkerboard pants and snap-button fly — time to relax, and I think you know why… I don’t talk about things that are true or things that have happened I don’t mess too much with reality and I have no patience for hard predictions… I like the could be, the should be…

below The Underground? how could something be deeper than that? that’s what they want you to think… they don’t want the tired and soul-drained cogs that keep the city pumping to know that just under their feet is the Mecca of Qualia, where their memories and ideas of all shapes, sizes…

I had my chance to sing to the stars, but I couldn’t work the microphone… the thieves, they came in, broke down the door and ransacked my entire place but they stole nothing, only stupid shit, like candy bars and bottles of gatorade… my hands were wrapped in cellophane when…

sleet falling and it was a sort of movie goodbye — she forgot her boots + I miss her already… silent wager, and a bad sugar high, mouth so cold and so dry from many spoonfuls of hard lemon ice… there was a blanket so plush, mask and mantle baby…

forward, forward, always forward nothing good that’s over can ever count — but somehow the bad that’s over and done still gets held against us good deeds and praise and monumental achievements seem to disappear in time through the conscious eyes of those perceiving the tragic narrative around us… the…

day off and it’s a sunny winter afternoon, watching the MLK day matinee — Knicks, Raptors, NBA cat’s asleep on the bed, he always curls up in a ball on top of my blanket, smells like me, he likes it, I think… got him a new scratcher — it’s big and…