PoltercatI always considered myself a person of reason, and of course, at the time I had reasoned that the boxed cat on the passenger's seat of my automobile couldn't possibly be the one I had run over.Poltercat5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a common breed, with a common coat. Statistically speaking, the identical hanger on the identical collar could have been a freak occurrence, though wholly explainable by chance, given enough cats with non-matching accessories being run over on a global scale on a daily basis.
Coming home, I had just enough time to unbox the animal and reach for the telephone, before I learned that my great-aunt had died in hospital, and I realised that my 'guest' was now promoted to heirloom and my official property.
-”Auntie's dead,” I told the scraggy thing. It blinked, once and slowly. 'I know' it seemed to imply, somehow smugly.
And that was that – for that day.
I woke up to the smell of coffee – an unfamiliar thing, given my bachelor's life. The brew sat
Lonely I StandLostLonely I Stand1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
My every step a mystery
Only your scent draws me near
Yet, you are nowhere
These hours blur
Cascading like the sands in a bottle of tears
Only with every passing second my cravings mature
It has been far too long since I tasted your womb
Since your lips graced mine
Now, our future is clouded by this plague
So many things have changed
So many lives have been impaled by the darkness
By this growing hunger that drains our being
That fuels every desire
All of who I was has gone
All that remains is but walking flesh
Lonely I stand
Searching the horizon for one last embrace
For one last chance to dine on your divinity
SynesthesiaSynesthesia6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
God forbid they find out. I never understood how they couldn't hear them talking, their voices buzz like radios in my head, with static between outbursts.
Can't they, can't they?
Can't they hear Wednesday crying? How she aches with the weight of it all?
How Thursday laughs, callous, and Tuesday tries to sooth?
Tuesday's a sweet thing. Like boiled candy on my tongue.
Monday never listens and if he does it's only to lecture. He is black, unsweetened coffee in the sticky, early hours of the morning.
Sunday is so wrapped up in his own troubles to think about others. He never sleeps, so he never stops. He yawns like a baby bird for his mother.
Thursday blinks her orange eyes and tries to get Friday's attention, but all he wants is Tuesday. He's always wanted Tuesday. But he is so unattainable she doesn't even see him, eyes slide over like glass.
Saturday could solve it all, if she wasn't so damn lazy.
This could all be over. Tomorrow. I believe in tomorrow.
I ache on Wednesdays too.
Hearing FlavorsEasy as a piece of cake?Hearing Flavors4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
That might be what you think.
But easy, for me, is a slice of pizza.
Say it any way, and it still has that saucy, cheesy taste.
A word becomes food. Simple as that.
And that's the simple that yells out, "Baked beans!"
If you are smart, you're intelligent.
But intelligence bears the salt of olives
While smartness has more of a meatball flavor.
To think is different from having a thought.
Thinking is like hot dogs.
A thought is the texture of phlegm in your throat after coughing.
Now, is beauty truly a pretty thing?
Its flavor is the taste of puke in my mouth.
I can't taste an illusion, but if I ate a dream
It would be juicy and sweet like mandarine oranges.
Needing is the syrup placed on the wanted bread.
Rhyme and reason become rice and raisin.
But it doesn't go the other way.
A bird is a blackberry, but a blackberry can't be a bird.
An apple is the beginning. Shredded mozzarella is when you finish.
Blink.there's a futureBlink.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want
past I don't
want to let go,
and a present full
of distance intimacy
I hold closest,
because it runs
so deeply with their own.
and in the balance
of all of this
is where my story sits
The creature of the mirrorHidden in the mirrorThe creature of the mirror8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She observes my life
She enters my head
My spirit are bewitched by this delicious woman
Our love story is carnal and limitless
My wife does not understand
This creature is incredibly desirable
her voice is like a mermaid
Sweet and melodious
She possesses me
I plunge slowly into madness
I become crazy
I become a monster