July 17, 2012 § 1 Comment
no longer grand standing wonder
broken yellow line
me closer to the
choicer of two
yolk or stem
difference between the cured and the still
a significant journey
a pallet of roses
a murder of crows
I think you can’t know
I know you can’t know
although maybe I will be comfortable alone
once I am on top of the mountain.
April 18, 2012 § 1 Comment
Over here. Stay quiet. Shhh. Just be quiet.
It’s safe to talk now. How did you get here? Who sent you? Can’t you talk? Well, my mute friend, you’ve dropped yourself in a real shitty situation. That man, Radley Boomer is NOT going to let us go. What? I can’t understand you. Here, I have paper. Sam, give me that notebook. This is Sam. What is your name? Tell us your name first?
Angelo. Ok, Sam this is Angelo. I am Cassandra. How did you get to be here?
Where? Was it the engine? Tires?
Sam can fix engines. This is good. What? Ok, Sam. Ok. Hey, do you have a cigarette? Thank you. Two? Oh thank you, Angelo. Thank you. Let me see.
Just under an hour. We were…in the house. We NEED to get out of here, not worry about ancient history. Ok. Ok. Here’s what it is. I heard him go through some sort of…change. Sam? No, he heard nothing. Wait, what was that? Shhhhh.
So listen, Angelo. We have weapons. Sam has a pitch fork, I have a knife. We just need to get to your car, Sam can fix it, and we can get out of here. No, listen. THAT is NOT a man. He might have been. Now, he is not. Not a man. Not. What?
No. That’s blood.
The road is his.
Shhh. Quiet. Quiet. Quiet, Angelo. Shhhh.
January 20, 2012 § 3 Comments
It’s echoey in here.
Is echoey a word?
I don’t know. I’m too drunk.
Where are we anyway?
Cora’s house. And you brought me to the stairway to neck passionately before we leave for the show.
Yes! That’s precisely it.