Anhedonia # 2

The music in your skin dissolves
the nervous and is luminous;
dressed in my naivete,
we lay carefree
with one another in meadow afterbirth.

Anhedonia #12

We’re sure, by morning you won’t remember.
But we crawled below the deck like your dog
who had died and drank bottom shelf tipple till locusts arrived.

Anhedonia #9

I see you red-eyed in globs of brittle oil paint
filling your heart with sprains of eggshell blue and brackish
neither of us will ever understand.

[Anhedonia #9 will appear in the forthcoming publication
"Short, Fast, & Deadly" issue number 75]
http://www.shortfastanddeadly.com/

Anhedonia #5

I held your hand,
and my breath
and flickered faint azure like a dying star
below carpets of moss
marinated in the piss of cats.


[Note: Anhedonia #5 will appear in a forthcoming issue
(i75) of "Short, Fast, & Deadly"]
http://www.shortfastanddeadly.com/

10TIMES_TEN

My 100th post exists of course for no other reason but to inform you the reader
that this is in fact the 100th post.

It's taken like what three years or something?
Seems like a long time, guess I've been slacking.

Who the hell knows
what all this mumbo jumbo is anyway?

This blog is supposedly about a writer?
Who knew.