Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Behold the Flying Graysons

The spectacle you are about to witness has never before been attempted in front of a live audience, a double-slick backflip, a triple kowtow directly into a drinking glass full of subconscious self-consciousness.

They have trained rigorously for this stunt, long nights spent in dark mountain savagery, swinging from metaphor to clumsy hard-won image, and as you can see, ladies and gentlemen, there is no safety net beneath them.

The tightrope has been traversed, time and again; the balance beam has been bested. It is this, the greatest challenge, the task beyond words, that remains.

They are completely safe.

Well, they are probably completely safe.

Realistically, nothing in life is completely safe. What if they slip?

The Flying Graysons are winking over the horizon like the setting sun, fancy footwork from pose to pose; they truly seem like pros. There may be others out there like the Flying Graysons, but watching them skim the clouds, grimaces of effort and concentration invisible in the silver wisps, it seems impossible.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Language Barrier


I have not come to say

He says, she says, hearsay

Or listen if you will

Which you should, I must say,

But if it must be said,

Then I will listen.

You say the word is true and good

The good word a bon mot

Bon mot, mot juste

bon mot a good word

for good word

a mot juste—

You get what I’m saying.

Dismember the distinct,

Vivisect the vivid

(or vice-versa),

And you and I have nothing to say.

I’d love to stay and chat, but I only speak crop circle.

Monday, November 5, 2007

Freaky Show

Step right up, behold the wonders,

grotesqueries, madness, monsters


beyond comprehension.

Your wildest dreams,


and nightmares. Man

harnesses Science


harnesses Man.


Boys and girls, fire

illuminates dark corners


of the soul, but something

remains untouched—


heebie-jeebies

creepy-crawlies


lurking in every Boomstick.


Dark native warrior hits the ground,

do you betray me with a kiss?


Twisted metal, blood

and bone. But please:


do not be alarmed!


It is only illusion,

all part of the show.