Imagined and Real – cereal after sex

You can’t say “write like magic” It isn’t right to be so tragic And Nob Hill hip And Q-Town super… Read more.

The Caspian Tea House

I was in an Azerbaijan tea house at the shore of the Caspian Sea. The house was soft in texture… Read more.

I feel like loose wires blasting Electric impulses heavenward My skin is shaky I want to run, but I can’t… Read more.

What is wrong with me, I wonder. There is this desert of thought. Dry sand blown by the wind tossed… Read more.

The street was wet with rain and warped neon. I stepped into a bar and lounge called Cucumber. That’s it.… Read more.

I step through the portal of time. I am absorbed by a periwinkle haze. The flowers pull me through. Wooden… Read more.

There stands a window of gray, impenetrable. Clocks sway like soldiers’ hooves. The popping of the bombs as they hit… Read more.

Harpooned harlequins cascade like dominoes in the limelight trick of light down on the piccadilly row of southern Santa Monaco… Read more.

Monster Magnet is playing the song Space Lord as they ride a green comet around the planet. Read more.

“Seems like it was just yesterday I was sitting on your couch in your super hip Nob Hill pad looking… Read more.

I smelled like the remnants of a wild fiesta. Read more.

The street was fairly quiet save for a few trailing screams of fun and joy bursting forth from the mouths… Read more.