from the violet cloud above
God stretched a
hand and passed down to him
the dagger with
a blade made of frozen shit
“Take this,” said God, “and pose
yourself at the
gates of the school. Offer to
clean the
students under the fingernails
and toenails with it.
Now go.”
He woke up when
the mongrel dog whose tail he grabbed
and squeezed and pulled
started to cry and bark
and turn to bite at his hand
He screamed and backed away from
the poor thing
and watched it run away
He looked at himself
Naked and smeared with soot
and mud and whatnot
He looked around him
The landfill
just outside town
He fell to his knees
Damn, those were some good mushrooms
He stood and walked
back towards the town
there was
simply
no other way
some things just have
to be done
else you risk dying
from the urge alone
Urge can kill
and his urge was
like the need
to inhale after exhaling
deeply
Unstoppable
There was no reason tied
to it other than
the desire to see what
happens, how
it'll turn out
so he did it
that's why they don't see
him around
anymore
He is now the stuff
of legends
He'll forever be the silent kid
who brought a knife
to the playground
because he wanted
desperately to stab it
through the underside of
the plastic slide
while someone came down towards it
it didn't matter who
the best part about her is that she can never use the element of surprise No, she's always writing with thick carpenter crayons on the walls and details all her plans A STRAND OF HIS HAIR, she writes this evening. AS HE FALLS ASLEEP, I'M GOING TO CLIP A STRAND OF HIS HAIR AND HIDE IT BEHIND MY EYEBALLS. I'LL PUSH IT DEEP He reads the words as he puts on pajamas and goes to bed and pretends to be asleep when his wife comes to cut his hair with the scissors He smiles to himself thinking, or rather knowing for sure, that he'd found true love in life Mental illness is not something to get in the way on the contrary... there is a middle way, apparently It's late 23:58 not many buildings around and even less people a few trees and bushes and a mostly empty parking lot…
she slid out of that short
skirt and
removed the panties as well
and hopped on the bed
and took off her shirt
and bra
then assumed the lotus
position and
very calmly said, "You got like…
a needle and some rubbing alcohol?"
"Um, what for?" he asked
She looked him
in the eyes. "I want you to
watch me pierce my
nipples. I've some cute rings
I want to see shining in 'em.
So, you down for it?"
He was silent for a long
time. Just staring
at her tits. "Um… I'm out of rubbing
alcohol. Will some
vodka do?"
"It won't be nearly as
good," she said, "but hell,
let's give it a shot."
His mind was already ablaze with
images of her
being his wife
Daydreaming as a profession 