In the frothy future, his hands become the king of cups both of liquid and of c’s he will cast his charm saving damsels from virginity. A modern Merlin, or was it Mordred? His head becomes mysterious. The round skirts are equal to him. All for one. The sword, stoneless,…

Give me the children’s choir. The pubescent Hallelujah with as many pitches as God sees fit. Give me a congregation-sized pulpit so everyone can hear how my neighbor’s wife died. Your neighbor’s wife. Give me all demigods and demagogs Let them play cards, perhaps Euchre, or Hearts. Give me an…

A movie plot between 1st and 2nd period Everyone twiddling their minds as I chewed on my pencil. Algebra was a greater concern than a New York airplane. The hallway filled with alarm as if it could happen here in this seven and a half horse town where there are…

Down the cracks in the bricks outside of bars searching for that one drink that made all the cells in my brain scream and shiver your name. Like Happy Hour, we’ve been over, but my fingers a running tab dialing your number, messing up twice before I finally hear the…

I stare past the dash, watching the lines racing ahead of me as I approach the Concord Bridge. My fingers drift to the radio?s volume, resetting it to silence. I listen to the symphony of the road, the air being trapped under my tires, compressing, then freeing itself, like a…

A serpentine mess sits upon my desk. Power couplings entwine with converters. The Hydra-like headphones hiss. Data cables writhe. As I coil one about my hand, I?m reminded: Some snakes suffocate their prey.

Do’s and Don’ts if the cloud your floating on disappears Don’t panic. It may reappear. ( But it is unlikely.) Don’t look down, whatever you do. That will just make you fall faster. Don’t attempt to flap your arms. This will achieve nothing. (It will be funny to watch though.)…

I’m just a skipping CD Waiting to land So the laser can catch the beat And I can consider skipping the song I’m just the voice from texas An echo of a memory A whisper of the future that is so faint, almost imagined Its hard to hear amongst the…

An internal soliloquy Countered by mental monologue Interrupted by endless thought Connecting the dots to no where A simple request for silence Unheeded in the din Listened to by no one Echoeing off echoes A person alone in themselves Unanswered by anyone Ignored Wasting away

I sit by this lake and consider for boredom?s sake if those in hell are jealous of my view. If in the intense heat of each and every forced heartbeat, they pray for the rain? I dip my arm in the wet and consider those in heaven yet and what…