Who ever knew that trees could get so big,
Or sunny roads could echo in the day—
These hollow streets sans swings and basketballs
Sing but the trip of leaves against the lawn. Continue reading “apocalypse Easter Someday”
Category: Prose
apocalypse “its fine its fine”
apocalypse “TRANSCRIPT: The Secret Club”
TRANSCRIPT:
You know, you hear this all the time in schools and with parents and teachers, and on the media, and all over the place about this problem that kids can’t read. And I’ve found that for just about everybody, what that means is that Continue reading “apocalypse “TRANSCRIPT: The Secret Club””
apocalypse “And now, it’s time to talk about my dick”
And now, it’s time to talk about my dick.
If I am to maintain any sincerity throughout the course of this literary tirade, then no frank and honest portrait of my present condition would be complete without some elaboration about the events surrounding that which is commonly referred to as “my dick”. Continue reading “apocalypse “And now, it’s time to talk about my dick””
apocalypse “They say there was a life before these days”
They say there was a life before these days,
A world beyond the prisms of our porch,
A time before greensickness perched above
Our doors, before the pasty smog of death
would hourly muzzle against our windowpanes. Continue reading “apocalypse “They say there was a life before these days””
apocalypse “Something there is that doesn’t love a box”
Somewhere in April
Something there is that doesn’t love a box.
mattressbox pillowbox blanketbox bedroombox rise and open a closetbox my face it scowls in a mirrorbox. Continue reading “apocalypse “Something there is that doesn’t love a box””
apocalypse OPENING and ALLAH
OPENING
الرَّحمٰنِ الرَّحيمِ nadaبِسمِ ال
رَبِّ العالَمينَ nadaالحَمدُ لِلَّ
الرَّحيمِ nadaالرَّح
الدّينِ nada مالِكِ
نَستَعينُ nadaنَعبُدُ وَإِيّ nadaإِيّ
المُستَقيمَ nadaاهدِنَا الصِّ
الضّالّينَ nada المَغضوبِ عَلَيهِم nada الَّذينَ أَنعَمتَ عَلَيهِم nadaصِ
Hemingway would be proud. Continue reading “apocalypse OPENING and ALLAH”
apocalypse Marchness
day it is anymore. I think the President might say “nigger” today. Last week, the government came together to sign a historic $2 trillion Coronavirus Stimulus Bill. Then bad shit happened and then it got worse. Continue reading “apocalypse Marchness”
apocalypse March 27, 2020
TRANSCRIPT:
I don’t see how anyone could accurately express the condition of our time in rational terms. There’s just no way. No amount of language—language simply doesn’t allow for it. Language is simply incapable of expressing things that don’t make sense. Continue reading “apocalypse March 27, 2020”
apocalypse March 26, 2020
As of this day, the Twenty-Sixth of March, In The Year of Our Lord 2020, I have completed exactly Sixteen Consecutive Quarantined Days since disembarking from Flight NK 380 to Detroit, Continue reading “apocalypse March 26, 2020”
