All the Flowers in the World

All the Flowers in the World

I drove the hearse to my funeral today. What a ride, accompanied by an organ version of Handel’s Messiah on my cellphone. Took forever. The final ride, I mean. Gloomy faces in the side-view mirrors cast downward. Brows sullen like Monday morning, desolate. I was the...
A carful of future health hygiene

A carful of future health hygiene

Microbes eat our nicotine-stained fingers Until they regrow through ketosis and oily skin lactates The flickering sun boils a broth of broken lips To be replaced by monolayers, purifiers and silicone proteins. Victorious, we swim In bubbling seas of peptides Visiting...
Mystery in a Boat

Mystery in a Boat

I am adrift in the Sea of Virginia my little boat The Phantom Skin is now run out of gas                                      All around me are those who know more than I do about James Dickey                                       one (Amanda) even lives in the house...