Literature
Melange
as in, a medley of
flashes and bits of nighttime wonder
Here
and there
(There, too)
giant birds with four wings Let me
ride you, red lockers stack up higher
and inside
what are you offering me
bottles of cultured milk strangled
in clear plastic
rip me open; soft soft like fleece
that sweet feeling and the backwards
baseball cap, he asks, where is she, and no-
one answers, although everyone hears,
because no-one knows.
and the cough sends little ripples through
the air that touch my consciousness, a taste
so vile i must spit it out, splatters like
paint, like blood, but neatly, like the lines
of my journal.
and you say
you have found