FINAL BOSS | a video-game prose poem

< *~ * him at 23. observe.↓* ~ * > Old armor creaks as Boy touches knee on ground. Tower looms in the distant night. Showtime. "COME ON, BOY. COME SAVE PRINCESS." They go to her with peacock glaives; they go to her with dragon horses. Younger, faster, more vicious. What's this old knight to … Continue reading FINAL BOSS | a video-game prose poem →

the thank you for your wishes poem | after Bukowski and co.

there has been enough anxiety frustration desperation self-loathing rage in my twenties to ruin any good seafood pasta at any good beach-side restaurant on any good birthday and there has been far too much inertia indecision insensitivity melancholy doubt and navel-gazing journal entries instead of outrageous fantasias that trigger the senses or sensual fantasies that … Continue reading the thank you for your wishes poem | after Bukowski and co. →

Drunk Psychogeography | a prose poem

Home. Orange lamplight smeared like oil on canvas. Lying in my own vomit I try to remember. When was that? Where did it happen? What do you call this city. All the arcades a blur. Strolling the streets at night: Haze of place-names and out-of-joint watering holes. I remember the bar on the balcony, the … Continue reading Drunk Psychogeography | a prose poem →