When the moment arises, I fetch a memory of you and put it into words. When the doorway opens, I take a slice of dead time and in my own strange way, make it come alive. This is how I get my kicks. This voodoo shit. This magic that drains me as much as… Read more

  In a disused phone booth, I piss away a week’s wages and shiver as if someone were walking over my grave. With my mouth wide open and fingers clenched, I wonder how I got here but the events of the evening have long since escaped me. Observing the streets from relative obscurity, the sights… Read more

  I’m on my hands and knees crawling around in the mud. Not sure why. Could be that I’m drunk as a skunk, or that I’ve overdosed on her fumes and am now somewhere in the midst of obsession and frenzy with no way of coming down. Is it the back garden or a field… Read more

  It’s cold, and it’s raining, and my quiff is soaked and matted against my forehead, but here you come skipping down the stairwell and into my waiting arms. You’re fifteen minutes late but time lost its meaning years ago if indeed it ever had meaning to begin with. There are kisses and then your… Read more

  Maybe I did it on a whim, or perhaps it was the memory of your slick and slender body that at last forced my hands into action? Could it be that your image was what made me salivate again, or do my desires run deeper than I had ever anticipated? Are these words ruled… Read more

  Dead generation this. Dead generation that. People not as people but as beer turds that glisten in the toilet the morning after the decade before. There are no cultures, and there are no horizons, just these shapes that come in and out of focus before disappearing completely as if they were never here to… Read more

  As we walk hand in hand it’s dark and we’re pissed and you’re my sweetness. There are no words tonight, only your hips and my drunkenness as the layers between us dissolve like tablets in a paper cup. Sharing a cigarette, we drink coffee and people watch while talking about the universe but as much… Read more

  As she prepares a great abundance of food somewhere, I’m curled into a ball at the foot of the bed dreaming. At first, the dreams concerned glimpses of her in the nude, but then my vision shifted, and I was on a bus with one of my managers from work. Along with us, there… Read more

  It’s in each drunken high and behind every smile when coming apart at the seams feels like the only possible conclusion. It’s in the sense of defeat that won’t shift even when you try so hard to keep going. The easy way out would be such a gift, but for the likes of us, we’re… Read more

  Bodies as feathers as orbs as pin pricks to let in the light through the darkened sky above. Hushed and plucked and slithering under those sheets that effortlessly fall to the floor while you lower your mouth and await my kiss, these fingers tingle and pulsate like those stars in deep space that know the… Read more