Flash – Page 5 – cereal after sex

I’m tired But I can’t shut down Too much stimulation Via stillness My eyes want to close But the hands… Read more.

Corn Tornado

I decipher the angst of the world, glyphs sketched on the stalks as I make my way through the cornfield.… Read more.

I take a solemn tablet and wash it down with fury That spirited ache of midnight The moon breaking bones… Read more.

And it feels good to be cold in this bed at 1:35 in the afternoon on a Sunday. No one… Read more.

Golden snow in the breeze Tree trunks sprayed by plowings A road leading to a blank horizon Hills in the… Read more.

Drawing blank French bread on a typical Thursday after a harsh rainstorm. Sometimes I feel empty. Sometimes I feel as… Read more.

Organ dusters gathered in the church And some day that piece of paper Will be yellowed and fragile An atlas… Read more.

A beaten grocery cart lies on its side In an empty, stained parking lot An abandoned store sits lifeless A… Read more.

The stars are coated in milk They show their knife points Pinpricks as if in a child’s bedtime picture book… Read more.

I spun the little silver spark wheel of yet another cheap cigarette lighter while looking out the window at laughter.… Read more.

Black myth hymns Rattle the rafters The gong of peace turns to war Jelly cobras hiss and spit As the… Read more.

Now what? He was lying still in the afternoon bed. There was the sound of a blizzard slamming its way… Read more.