Feel her hand before I hear her.
“Hey hottie” –
and gone before the words register.
I turn, and suddenly there are limbs everywhere: her’s, her friend’s; in the air and on the floor. Fat white ass escapes chiffon cell, thigh from o’er-strained hose.
High price for a joke.
July 5th, 2015
A scrape, a tear – and we are down again. Abandoned
by the sky; corporeal once more. Taxi – slow – then line along a plane
marooned on lanes of light
June 28th, 2015
There is no pain – you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon…
— Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd
April 21st, 2015