My father has become an important advisor to the president. I see him sitting in the committee meetings, trying to look knowledgeable, but panic simmering just below the surface. He has a wild-eyed, cornered-animal sort of look as he sits waiting for the next question, and he looks like he wants to loosen his tie. He
comes home at night, "I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do……"
my friend who is ex-fat, he came down stairs and took out his hips, i mean done removed spine and attached bone from the lungs area down to the pelvis, took its raw construction, set it down on the coffee table and waited for comment. it was not bloody, it was rather pristine but ragged around the bone-plate areas.
Sitting at the bar, chugging them down one by one, and Steph is the bartender. she is wearing a loose-fitting blue football jersey, and her hair is up. she is watching me with vague distaste from the other end of the bar.
i am taking the New York subway, i make it into New York, but somehow i can't get back, the fucking thing only goes one way, and i wander the ominous subway corridors trying to figure out an escape route.
i am swimming up the new jersey turnpike, which has become a canal filled with green filthy water against a war zone backdrop. sunlight filters through the dust illuminating the pipes and steel beams all around.
the sun is coming up, and a cat has just scampered into the house. Upon inspection, i find that his face has been burnt off, blackened and charred, but he is leaping up into my arms and nuzzling up against me with no restraint, all animation welcome desire for companionship and affection.
Saw a bear with her young standing beside the oak tree and she rushed the house i closed it but she broke it down so i retreated to the bedroom and quivered
Robin was speaking quite close her flesh and her voice so bewitching and her face filled the world until i awoke to the sound of soft rainfall on the roof