Tuesday, May 19, 2015

889. Bone Music

There were movies once.
I remember the sound the punches made.
That sound is in my mind often.
I think of it when they try to take what's mine.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

888. Fences

Do you think the person who built the stone fence over there imagined it would last forever?
I dunno.
I'm going to take a piece for my desk.
And maybe think about that for a bit.

Sunday, May 3, 2015

887. The Hollow Man

He built a legion of clay men.
Into them, he poured all the parts of himself he hated most.
Then, he visited on them the most vile means of destruction he could devise.
He barely even noticed himself fading away.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

886. The Eddie Murphy Suite

All her life, she had dreamed of being a composer.
She'd prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed for one soaring melody.
Try as she might, everything she wrote came out sounding like Axel F.
Worse still, they weren't even good knockoffs.

Friday, April 24, 2015

885. The Thunderer

The locals call it The Thunderer - though I have no Earthly idea why.
It's not much more than a pissy little crick.
Then again, sitting here with my boots off and my feet in the water, listening to the frogs sing mysteries to each other, it might be okay.
It might be very okay.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

884. I came here all the time

"I know this place," he said, rubbing the dust from the bar between his fingers.
The others nodded.
Except they hadn't - none of them.
One by one, his clone brothers followed him out into the wasteland.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

883. O2

"Ever make it on an air mattress?" he asked, stinking of amaretto.
He pumped like a furious musician on a mute accordion.
Vomit, unconsciousness, and a heart attack - none of them were outside the possible.
Minutes later, he was passed out, snoring in time with the leaking mattress.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

882. Two scoffs

Two scoffs, my grandfather said, would ward off the dark dreams.
"Two scoffs, two scoffs, two scoffs," he'd cackle as he topped up his cup with whiskey.
He died this winter - cirrhosis and old age.
"Two scoffs, two scoffs, two scoffs," his old tool shed seemed to echo as we shoveled out his hoard of broken bottles.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

881. Good fences make good speculation

I want to know what's behind that fence, you fuckers.
I see you slinking around back there.
What are you hiding, dinosaurs?
Is it dinosaurs?

Sunday, March 29, 2015

880. Secret ingredient

I have dreams on nights we make love.
They are vivid things.
They're not even about sex, but adventurous things like action movies.
What I'm saying, I guess, is can we have sex?