In the end it was the girl on the pink chrome bike
Not my steaming coffee
Not the ugly billboard touting chocolate donuts
Not the crossing pedestrians
Not the train barreling past
No, only that pretty girl, yielding, poised to ride
Synchronicity
Tag: Gargleblaster
Plotting
Your A says ah while mine says eh
Let’s plot our vowels
Let’s seek latitude by degrees along that all-too-familiar axis
Me due east
You north
Let’s seek the longitude of our respective consonants
And see where our differences take us
To my kind editor
     
Go ahead
Lock me up in your bars of rage;
Open my throat to sing.
Watch my longing escape,
Seeping out faster now.
Watch my blood spread.
Truth is the dirty knife in your hand
And knowing those unknown things.
Fearful still?
Illumination
Mornin, miss. Lemme show ya where ya headed. Go on’n follow that ocean breeze downa 1 straighta Coconut Grove. Ditch the wheels’n chill. Ya gotta cool your mind. Go on, do what ya wanna. Nothin matters, it’s all good.
Miss, are ya listenin?
My response to this week’s Gargleblaster: Which way to go?
Talking trash in church
“Juanita dared me get inked,†Ana Luz crossed herself then straddled the pew and offered her forearm, palm up.
Mother Fucker, carefully inscribed in Sharpie from elbow to wrist, each letter elaborately disguised. O had legs like a spider.
“Dios mÃo, chiquita!â€
My answer to this week’s Gargleblaster question: Is something crawling on me?
Appearances
I’m a girl who runs. I’m a girl who runs on cool spring days straight to the lake and back. I’m a girl who runs in a fleece hoodie to angry boy-music.
Red wings flash from the right: No one ever dies.
Why do birds suddenly appear? 42 words for this year, Mom.
Equinox
Hands full shelling spring peas and chopping artichokes for ragu.
Valentina said hi through the window. Bare-backed and pushing a wheelbarrow of flowers she stopped all the clocks.
Elbow-deep in pasta dough. “Supper’s at six.â€
A bare wrist held high, her reply.
Did you know that according to the Urban Dictionary, clock stopper means someone very ugly? Obviously, I’m reclaiming it.Â
I’m fuckin done
“Tell me something old friend: why are you fighting?”
A lotta truth’s inside the barrel of a gun. Truth is I used to crave it.
This last deployment’s like livin in a blow dryer. I’m gonna end up sleepin in a chiller anyway. May as well get a medal for it.
More or less a true story for the Gargleblaster. I swiped some of these phrases from a friend.
A smooth ride
She’s my obsession.
She’s a graceful red flash against gray concrete. Her hood is low over her glinting silver eyes, hiding her sleek interior. She’s small, strong, and fierce. She hugs her turn and disappears, reappearing seconds later.
She’s everywhere at once.
