She points at elephants as the blood from my gums tastes like metal. There are stars in the shape of an arrow; there are cigarettes that linger between itchy fingers. Smoke drifts through the window of her car and clings to our clothes, but the rush of night air soon takes it away. Headaches… Read more

  We exist in bubbles of lucid metal that tear through flesh like words tear through tired hearts. She’s so young and yet she’s older than half the stars in the galaxy. She’s so alone, more so than all the dead trees in all the burning forests of the world. But I wouldn’t change her, though,… Read more

  She says she’s dizzy. She stands with her arms held high to the rain and knows the fire in my heart must be true. She stumbles. Maybe it’s the two bottles of wine, or perhaps it’s the sight of me revealing myself in the shadows. The shadows are my home; they don’t judge, and… Read more

  Death to hipsters and other strange dreams involving the feel of your ankles in my skinny white hands. Stomach cramps and hallucinations as those trapped in fallen skyscrapers levitate somewhere between life and death. No lights, only the shine of your smile as we race to uncertain ends. These careless lovers- how they falter… Read more

  Chewing the fat, I was caught between idol gossip and perverse fantasy when she found my lazy eye. Searching for things I had no interest in, she appeared timid, and yet her gaze told me there was enough spirit in that chest of hers to mutilate a thousand faces. There’s another whose hips comes… Read more

  Some Brazilian kid slumps by the side of the road. Some other comes and points a gun at his face. There’s no blood, only a muffled pop that makes the kid fall backwards into some bushes. It happens quickly. The sun blinding me as we run across the road, I slip my fingers around… Read more

  She breathes the same as I. These skies that crawl like lice. Acts of terrorism as I take my morning bath. How can a man wash in peace while having the horrors of the world pushed down his throat? The only time I get to feel like a king is knowing my dick still works,… Read more

  There’s music. It sounds like Bloc Party. Some girl has done too many lines and keeps trying to bite people. She goes for my leg, but I kick her away and go stand in the garden. Reading Kafka and swaying from side to side, someone lights me a smoke while trying to talk to… Read more

  A slow dance; a storm between childhood and sexual deviancy. In the rain as passing cars skid either side of us, we take shelter in a flooded subway. The future falls as do the buildings we used to look at with envy. The way your body reflected in those myriad windows, and how the… Read more

  When I awoke in the morning, I was immediately sick in a plastic bag. The texture was blocky and reminded me of being a child puking up in the school library. Stumbling downstairs, I opened the front door and tossed the bag in the bin. It doesn’t get emptied for another week, either, but… Read more