jgtaylor

the lights don’t burn the nose, only mildly offended. the gin goes down easy, easier than the conversations. He’s trying to remember, I’m trying to forget. We’re both doomed. Put on your reading glasses: her kids are in their 30’s. Mine would be 24-25… something like that: age appropriate activities. People in his Freundkreis don’t … Read moreAquarium Drinking

There is no more oblivion: NOT IN THESE DOUBLES, not in these 20 somethings; insecurities abound. Even if i’d never say yes. just too… eager. let me be … alone like every capitalist imagines themselves. I’d write sonnets if I could have that.

I’ve recently decided I don’t like my friends. They’ve all become boring. Doing all the things that need doing – * raising children * making appointments * cleaning the bathroom Lots of things need doing even if they’re boring. But I don’t do boring; I sleep. Through boring nightmares, boring murders, boring deaths. Such are … Read moreneed doing

Insipid love, burnt beyond recognition; who would identify this corpse? Unrecognizable… But I know Him. I’ve seen him all the minutes of my life. I know disfigured love, disgusting in its jealousy, its neediness. I know it all too well. So well, in fact, that I can say with confidence: That is no corpse – … Read moreInsipid Love

Empire down! so when I come in, I expect to be free! Clean dreams! so the next time we sleep, fear won’t lay beside us! there you are! into everything, again… when I close my eyes, you hold my aching head in your lap of mountain meadow. Greatness! Where have you gone?! I’ve spent half … Read moreMore

you’re right again – you’re definitely better off. Unless you want love. I wouldn’t recommend it: lots of ruination there. Without love, you don’t need to apologize, and you know Why. But I’m still in love, living with it like a rabid dog on a chain in the corner of my bedroom (church). I don’t … Read moreBetter Off

Come outside for coffees so gentil they could be tea forgotten overnight. There are no whores here … gone with the sunrise. Just the fall holding hands with another Sunday … “Clouds are just water” he said under his breath. Oh, Ignorance, what soft comfort. “And cigarettes are just clocks.” Our time here is running … Read moreCome Outside

you want a story, with a happy end There are no happy ends, but i’ve got pills to get you right. It’s not a happy end, the pills don’t care. Really – the pills Do Not Care. I know because I’m sad because the world is dying, and they give me pills – the same … Read morethe dying world