the appetite and piss issue
If there's any "Verse" here, it needs to be marked <vex> in the doggerel tradition
rachel blau duplessis
All afternoon the man stayed on the lawn wishing. Then night came and he was still wishing. He had wished all summer but never for so many hours in a row
The reason you came here has dropped away. You have butter on your fly. You write because your beanstalk is raced by giant Jacks.
often I mistake the opening in my soul for a knife / which is a curse for the insane. it usually follows / after every polite sentence and unbuttons the blood
You want consistency? I'll show you consistency! Tuesday, meatloaf; Friday, fish; Saturday, intercourse
Give me your hand, I told him. Hold your hand up against this wood. Brother did like I told. We were brothers. We were each other's voice inside our own heads. This might sting, I warned
[ ] understood the sullen question in [ ] voice. Many times, earlier on, they had asked the same thing, and always the answer had been the same
God if I were only just blood, an animal governed by appetite and piss
did I know what lay on the pages of that encyclopedia? I who had never laid eyes on it, was I a spectator at the opera or an actor? I was once again afraid.
An aria lower, he fused with blueberry guesses in a shadowy cold field piss-colored cottages had exhaled
The effect is the creation of emotional paralysis in a vortex of fear. Abraham offers his only son to God but is released from his act of faith. Actor #1 offers her own heart but Actor #2 sees only the brick, not the sacrifice.
richard eoin nash