Decisions

Oh dear. I've a peanut fragment stuck in my nasal cavity. I don't know whether I should snort or blow.

Maybe I'll go to the kitchen, get a knife from the drawer, and cut it out.

I hope it being in my nose hasn't tarnished its flavor.

Shopped

A friend stopped by unannounced to-day, a great deal of blood spilling from his abdomen. He's a fine fellow and I would have liked to offer him a towel to stop the flow, but I had just done the laundry and I really can't stand to do it more than once a week. Besides, the towels were a wedding gift from my aunt.

The funeral will be Friday for my friend. Lord knows I'll miss his jibes.

Refuse

when i was younger and less afraid.
i bow my head and duck out the door.
eyes skirting along broken pavement.
endless array of humanity. endless hooray of depravity.

they are bigger than we think. nothing matters.

Atomic

what to do when there's nothing left: a new start.
please sign here and deposit credit here.
deeply humbled and grateful.

turn over a new leaf.

your words surprised me and left me with a heavy heart: i thought you didn't care.
loyalism and compromise.
seeming and unseemly.
this is why i hate you.
grinning and squeaking like a politician.

fuck the clutter of the past and everyone in it.

Rain

A mute fellow left a pamplet for me on the train to-day. I had a nice time reading it. It taught me a lot about mute people. I smiled at him until I realized he wanted payment for the pamphlet. He was some sort of panhandler. I had cash on me but didn't feel like parting with it. The mute didn't seem too pleased when all I left for him was a knife sticking out of his thigh.

It rained some to-day.

elle

it looks like the sun is out
akin to shoppers and Christmas
she says kind words
when i wish she'd fuck off and die.

sharp and neat.
chimes.
nighttime.
all right.

ptik

golly yes. anything to get elected. human origins and irresponsibility.
tears that never dry. tortured. abused. collapsing. i promise. no death certificate. let me out of this life.
a puppet that begins to notice its strings. outside of my wyndow two men in suits are arguing about our future. weeping in the stands.
this is a great day. so i've been told.

Hoppipolla

I know all you quidnuncs are anxious and I am eager to please. Warm. Open.
Last night was a hot one. I thought I was sweating. My skin all wet and slippery.
Only this morning did I find out it was blood.
The question is - whose blood? I only have one wound and it is in my head. Safely stowed within my skull. This will take all of my thinking power to suss out.

Leftovers for lunch.