memento mori
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The Nightmares of Old Silverback
Old Silverback sees her face, the one he’s forgotten, when she resurfaces in the news.
You were so small we joked you were a kitten until you died of kidney failure
I found the Tramadol. He’s gently
twitching. Cries a little.
On Louis C.K.
Misery Tourism’s theme for November is “abandoned work.” What follows (if I don’t give up now) is not an exercise in automatic writing so much as it is an exercise in agonized writing: the act of writing as self-imposed torture; writing without planning or outline because otherwise I would write nothing.
Awl Fwk Tup
I never saw or heard a gunshot.
Spam #1
fifteen years ago when i was the co-owner/administrator/second-most-decorated-troll of a freeform fantasy role-playing chat/message board site
It’s a Wonderful Life Playing in My Hospital Room
In the spirit of the season and movie,
why don’t you write a farewell poem to the world,
the nurse says to me.
Fresco
Cheryl’s psoriasis gives her face the texture of a medieval Italian fresco that needs restoration.
The Edgelord at 35
Cho Seung-Hui died like Jesus Christ, but I’ve outlived both of them now.
Tulip
Suddenly, no one believes we walked on the moon.
Ugh # 3 (somewhere in Montana)
Ugh # 3 (somewhere in Montana)
I
depress
the stopwatch
and scream Go!
as two hearses roar into the dawn
leaving spilled coffins in their wake
and neon scorpions crawl from