October 2009
25 posts
Theirs are the mustaches of men who quite obviously did not pay for college themselves.
September 2009
29 posts
The band had enough of the loud girl on the phone, so they went to her bench and followed her until she left the park, still on the line.
Soaked punks by the fountain warranted the cops to drive into the park. The beacon served as mood lighting, and the siren prelude to a kiss.
This mere preview of our winter, my body warmed by yours, is nice.
Out of my only pair of jeans, like a carried carrion of sin, ready for the laundering of gin.
Strangers bid farewell across the ferries from Liberty Island. ‘Smell you later Jersey!’ sneered one from my side. It didn’t take very long.
Her solemn courtesy to hold the door open for the man with the cane became awkward insult when she took out her phone and began texting.
She read the note by candlelight, ignoring the Indian summer night and the coming storm. Like Danielle Steel wrote her foreclosure notice.
The streetsweep swept the wet from the street and wept when she went by. ‘Bye,’ he whispered.
‘I have dreams of mundane acts, like post offices and walking dogs,’ he tells me as I excuse myself past him in bed.
When she ran out of seeds she ran to the nearest trash can grabbed a half eaten sandwich and let herself be devoured happily by her pigeons.
‘No,’ screamed the girl in the warm gray suit, ‘not again!’ As the pigeons swooped into the pizzeria and pecked at her slice.
‘What a compliment!’ said the mother, when I remarked they looked like sisters. ‘Actually,’ I explained. ‘I was insulting your daughter.’
They hid quiet under scaffolding, trying hard to ignore the queue of voters slowly blocking their exit.
‘The limit is ten,’ said the librarian with regret, as she made him choose between The Godfather or Part II.
He bought out the store’s supply of Guava juice then asked for a raincheck on the price. When the cashier complied, he tipped a 20 and left.
‘I can’t believe you don’t have any Nabokov,’ he said while paying for Twilight.
The three Professors met in the hallway, Professor M breaking her routine.
‘What brings you here?’ asked Professor Z.
M shook the wet from her umbrella. ‘A make-up. And on a fair day like this, too.’
‘Weather appropriate,’ said Professor K. ‘Considering the mood.’
‘It was beautiful that day,’ said Z.
‘Yes it was,’ said...
Love is holding it in while your head is on my belly, when the curry we shared tonight is already producing a fair share of pressure.
Before me on Broadway, the overgrown twink strutted with a watch on each wrist while his young fellow could only manage one arm in a sleeve.
He walked his dog past the z4 caught in traffic. ‘This baby go 200?’ he asked. ‘220,’ said the driver. And then the terrier peed on a wheel.
Outside the U.N. building, I flashed a double decker bus, in hopes that data made in the image of my nipple will get to travel far and wide.
As the young mother looked for the spare diapers, her child bit her. ‘Get it off!’ she repeated, like a dying Banchee, and I tried to help.
When I boarded with the pizza box, the entire cabin loomed curious its special journey. ‘Which pizzeria?’ asked one. ‘Pandora’s,’ I replied.
‘Showtime,’ he said, burping his baby to sleep. Though he reeked of sweat and cologne, every girl watching offered the seat next to hers.
Not daring to move during his monthly trim, he held the hand mirror aloft and aimed at his kids. ‘Stop hitting her, Joey, or I swear!’
My absence is marked by the mold from tub to ceiling and the battle lines drawn by my old roommates. I said goodbye to the concept of them.
She really started feeling the cramps as she climbed the last of the steps. Turning back to see how many of us were held up felt even worse.
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