Flash – Page 5 – cereal after sex

I’ve had dreams about these volcanoes before There, in that claustrophobic closet on the upper floor The one where I… Read more.

The Geranium Machines

The rose bushes are plummeting upward My baby-blue sick guts Calculating out the time In a warp, a bend Of… Read more.

Etching dreams now I make my own wounds In the bar until dawn Strangers abound Scattered among the tables Pool… Read more.

Doesn’t that look lonely That orange, muddled horizon Two cars at the Americana Motel The yellow brick and brown doors… Read more.

With a book to read and a bite to eat I plagiarize my wounds The stone archway is a shelter… Read more.

House star fiddling soap emperor cascades down mountain flora searching for a pink heart with someone in it. There’s a… Read more.

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

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.