by Ivory Web | Oct 13, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
my seven hours as a door to door vacuum cleaner salesman shake a stickthrow a jabsodomize a garbage can. peel an orangelop off your foot with a banjoplay the cymbal with your penis. wear a suit of baloneysnorkel on a gravel roadread a biography of...
by Ivory Web | Oct 12, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
TIME AND SPACEFeelings in humans are like time in space: the former moves while the latter stays.Time is forever. Space doesn’t live that long – it requires updates. Though imprescriptible, time is still wrong for space.Space is suicidal: it tends to an end. Time has...
by Ivory Web | Oct 11, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Do What’s Good For You “Dirty seaweed,” mother says. “Put it down and eat your burger.”~ ~ ~ ~ ~Lunchtime BlackShe sitsonly for an hour.But,there is no golden revelationat the bottom of a snatched paper cup.No answerbetween nervous bitesfrom a wilted balsa wood...
by Ivory Web | Oct 10, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
trash for someone i've seen twiceWhy am I not allowed to just gather your face into my hands and pull you close whenever I see you? I would melt all over the floor. Solids to liquids, liquids to solids – I wouldn't be able to do it.I imagined you were waiting...
by Ivory Web | Oct 9, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
COLLATERALWhat goes through my mindcoughing dirtbreathing dust.Soft swoon of her bedtime minutesgiving way so sudden.Nothing at firstbut tinnitus crescendoswelling my headas I come to realising.A bedtime taleonce upon a weapon is primedattack siren lullabysoftly...
by Ivory Web | Oct 8, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
The Penis ThinksIt is a mistaketo thinkthe penis has no muscleor a brain it wasn’t working outyou stopped loving meand my penis knew before I did.* Alex Keegan says “I'm a full-time writer. This poem 'appeared' between two shortstories. For...
