1,007 Readings | 4 Ratings
Metanarrative: Platonic Forms
Let us agree on traffic lights and liquor; punishment
above all else. The edible. Coquettish
Spring. The genitalia of both sexes reified in art
and fire. I took the alphabet out
again to begin this: annotate, annotate.
We say that “it” is “lost”
in the translation; I can eat
glass and it doesn’t hurt me.
A grievance supplies its succor,
published in Parcel, Issue Three. July 2008.
Building the Bank, Asking
Who called the bank / / The bank of / / Grave the bank / / You asked for praying / / Mantis / / / / / When she handed us the…
It’s tough to steer the state penitentiary / in the county parade. / I like it when someone who has to be lying / is quoted as saying, “But…
HOW TO RECOGNIZE A STRANGER
Shame had got us down. A monsoon / impulse. A ship on fire flying through the sky. / We are like, We need a banquet and a meeting. / It’s not…
Someone Must Live Here
We stood beneath a slightly curved line / Pointing up and poking at it. / Houses were in my stomach / And it was like fainting. / I found my…
© Ink Node, 2021