mr. broucek, ordinary chap he pays his taxes works 40 hours enjoys television with a cold beer eats frozen meals mostly alone, but shares his bed when he can. last thursday, he'd had a few and fell asleep early to find the next morning his bed on the moon, of all places glowing in a deep crater, and... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
treadmill most days i drink and curse and break my things and don't generally give a shit. but sometimes i get sucked in. an indiana twister raging under dark green violent skies. a black hole consuming time, matter, flesh, and everything i ate for breakfast. a sheer white jet turbine, still on the... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, December 3, 2007
obituary I read it in yesterday’s newspaper. my funeral is next Thursday, so don’t be late. a finely stacked block of formal black text that goes all the way back to my earliest blank-white beginnings. the whole sordid affair was splashed, caption-style, crushed and condensed for the wide-eyed,... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, November 30, 2007
a phillipic against death we met in a hurry and then the hog-butcher's squeal of two tons steel passed over him in the street a death shadow. I watched his foreign, black-red life bubble and froth and fill the old dirty cracks in the road. his animal face opened into a warpath grimace, his... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
gregor samsa I live with a vile and stubborn creature it lives in my house and sleeps right across the hall and I don't deal with him much. I'll see an antennae from time to time a nervous twitch under the tiny crack in its bedroom door but never light, and I know it's watching it sports twenty or... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Love Poems
bitching she was an art student at the university, a masterpeice. she may as well have been Picasso with tits to me. The whole thing lasted four months before it started and it was mostly perfect. minneapolis I've been to one solitary strip joint and it wasn't how I imagined. Actually it was a... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Law and Tyranny
There is an old jail in Bloomington, where I live. It's right in the center of town, on 7th Street. It doesn't much look like a traditional jail in the front, because it's attached to the courthouse, and it has big, over-arching windows that show anyone who cares to look a nice, sterile, marble... Sign in to see full entry.
Bus Ride
ten A.M. the other morning I was riding the one with the big windows. the captain was crazy busting her horn at sidewalkers and raving, mostly to herself half-shouting half-crying half-gruffed out, maniac laugh and three quarters dying. it was a rather uncharacteristic ride that morning. fellow... Sign in to see full entry.
Primetime
Last night I thought, I think I'd like to demolish my television set, In my mind I took a hard-hitting baseball bat and did a real number on the fucker I mean to say I want it to fly through the air, a million masculine shards of paid programming, talking heads, cheap cologne advertising, and... Sign in to see full entry.
The End of the World
Unmovable Kings, laughing, drunk, never care to dive into hopeless black eyes that just stare, starving and dying with blood-matted hair, with nothing but mud, shit and rot-wounds to wear. They're content to sit and count their riches. The offering plate is then passed around as our Father preaches... Sign in to see full entry.