Whiskey in Summer

The Whiskey poured clean down from the light-winking liter to the worn Gatorade bottle to the mouths of me and my friends. The copper vapors swirled lazily in the wide heat of August so we imbibed whether we touched our lips to the bottle or not. The sun was a universal melody that sung vibes…

Honey

She had brought him another crossword puzzle. It seemed like she did this at distinct intervals, but time was hard to measure when the light rose and fell outside the plane’s windows every few moments. They were passing through a dark time now, so Honey dialed up his tiny airplane light to better see the…

Purity

                Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.                 -Pro-Ana saying Left foot placed two-and-one-half inches from the left edge of the scale, abutting the third raised line on the weighing surface. Right foot about three-and-one-quarter inches from the right side to compensate for a slight imbalance in…

Razor—a fuck-poem

  I’ll fuck you so dark it’ll all turn to light— blackholes sucking supernova-explosions driving into you pupils burrowing into your doorways— deeper than you’ve ever been spelunked deeper than I’ve ever plunged I’ll immerse you in me bend me in half and I’ll accept you into my orchid-and-thorn garden dark with thrushes of the…

Poetry is Purity

poetry is purity —not aligned with the plots and justifications of the short story But instead— The pure pump of blood Inky, flamingo-colored, without thought, vibing off the chemicals of the mind the streak! (write it, type it up) Whether the chemicals are in-born or huffed The pure gasoline screams —of Serotonin, endorphins, what-not (the…

The Nitrous King

He had cases of Nitrous. Actual cases of the crackers, what looked like 20-packs. The cases’’ ends could be torn off along perforated edges to access the crackers, like those 12-packs of beer that were designed to be laid in refrigerators. And, oh, he had torn them. He was on box two when I saw…