Story Time Back On The DriveSeptember 24, 2018
Night Music: Whiter Shade of PaleSeptember 24, 2018
Poem: DrivenSeptember 24, 2018
her home after dinner.
They dawdled for a moment on the porch until the wind
them inside where, after drinks,
their mutual passion
them to seek the comforts of the bedroom, and where
her exuberant energy
him mad with desire, and where
his knifeblade deep into
they said, seeking to excuse
his access to those parts of
her body which even this exhorbitantly open society doesn’t allow.
they said by television violence and devil music and commercial
radio and the
he was forced to eat at as a child by
his working mother.
His vanished other parent
he learned to drink by
his inabilty to access the excess promised to all by the features
he sat through at the
His mother and father coincidentally killed in
he read about two continents and two decades apart.
they said by these circumstances to commit
his last of a long line of needles deep into
his arm. And then, in an unmarked car,
his body to
his last home, just as
her to the first and last home
they would ever share.