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Evening Song

I am falling in love at a great distance. I am using a non-Euclidean telescope. An ant traverses the motherboard of a supercomputer. I saw this in a movie. The night sky looks a lot like one would expect it to. The night sky sounds like? Feels like? Tastes like? The night sky is as big as the Internet. There is a procession of ants moving across it. I am falling in love with a great distance. It feels like a river. It tastes like smoke. Through a Keplerian telescope, the sky is clearer but inverted, the way it is in memory. The ants have started nervously to wander. They aren't sure what they're doing here. You were always one t

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Evening Song by kingvitamin, literature

Evening Song

Long, Long, Long by kingvitamin, literature

Long, Long, Long

Your mother is driving, or maybe your ex-girlfriend. The road makes a sound like your fingers in your ears. You are warm, and the window feels like a cold palm against your palm. It is black water. It is the pupil of a dark eye. She begins, softly, to sing along with the radio. You hadn't realized it was on. It is a Beatles song, one you know you should be able to place. Pretty and short. It stops, she stops. The car keeps humming forwards. It is raining. You are on the edge of sleep. Every few seconds, a brightness rushes past. It is an irregular heartbeat.

Slideshow by kingvitamin, literature

Slideshow

The trees are dark and vertical. They make a distant wall. Somebody says something, then repeats it more slowly. * A girl with dark hair is talking. This bassline is too loud. The conversation drops another semitone, you feel a bit sick to your stomach. * A half-empty glass gets knocked off the railing, it makes a dark star on the rocks below. You start to make a pun but decide against it. * You feel like a projection against the house. The girl next to you peels her shadow off of you. Something smells like urine. * You are breathing very fast. The smell is bad; the sound is bad. Someone confuses you with a part of

Faked Moon Landing by kingvitamin, literature

Untitled Sonnet No. 3 by kingvitamin, literature

Untitled Sonnet No. 3

Everything is too big when seen in silence through a window. In this room I am a goldfish in a bathtub, and the bathtub is full of alcohol. I see my reflection in the bathtub or the window; I look like a fish. I look like a sad fish. The sound outside the window could be birds or distant televisions. I take off my glasses then refill them. It smells like gasoline in here; how can I sleep? I climb outside and look for something I can set on fire. There are Christmas lights or candles in the sky. Midnight is a sad bus quickly arriving. I can see you through the ringing in my ears.

Chicken by kingvitamin, literature

Chicken

At 10:00 the sky is full of feathers. A train leaves Chicago at 60 MPH heading west. In Washington, the President orders fried chicken for dinner--he's eating late. A boy sits in an apartment in St. Paul playing a computer game against the Internet. The evening sky is as big as the Internet. The President imagines that the feathers are still on his chicken. A storm heads for St. Paul, winds gusting up to 40 MPH. The boy reacts .14 seconds late and gets fragged. The conductor orders an emergency stop in Milwaukee; the President orders an escalation in the War on Trains. On the Internet, it never seems to get very late. At 1:00,

Magnetospheric Eternally v 2.0 by kingvitamin, literature

Magnetospheric Eternally v 2.0

Darkness allows me to do amazing things. From my bed I can listen to the silence welling outside your room. I can take the silence and fashion a small star out of it. I can glue it to your ceiling while you sleep. I can add color to the silence and use it as paint. I can paint a small red flower on the back of my hand. I can plunge my hands in the sink and watch the water turn red. I can touch the back of my hand to the back of your neck. It's like touching an electric fence that hasn't been left on.