Keys rattle in the black. Letters confront – angry ghosts in a glowing, bone-white frame. The medium calls them, voices of the hidden mind.
Beyond sight, this wall extends – up, down, left, right – no door, no toeholds – and the beating of my bloody fists echoes.
Bubble-bubbling vat of trouble rumbles, glows, steams, and shakes. Heat! Heat! Explosion coming! Back off or get burned!
The border does not stop them, these migrants, earth diggers, who spread, take their place, become part – these armadillos.
I've just a little misery, not that much to spare. But you can have the rest of it; take it if you dare!
This is a miniature argument: It's short, it's supported, it's complete. I've made my point.
My life? ... your life? ... the questions!
Into the cave! Into the cave! Winter comes early, and I must hunker down for lengthy dreams.
I weary of this being worn, this dull din of sleep deprived, its constant thud upon mine temples. Be gone, I say, be gone ...
Their need sucks me in, like a whirlpool, like a riptide, like an undertow, sucks me down, drowns me.
The saucy saucière whips up soused sauces with lots of liquor, licorice, and whipped cream, then loves to lick the sloshes – less wiping up!
Where is our Hero to save the English language? Where is our Librarian? Replaced by a database? Never!
One eye open – quivering, another closed. Yet, yet my to-do list leads out the door like a red carpet toward the guillotine.
I'm waaay out of the woods and up the creek without a leg to stand on! I shouldn't'a been a rat and let the cat outta the bag!
That man is as inflexible as a graphite-reinforced steel fence post buried in caliche at the bottom of a windless canyon in a hard freeze.
Crap! The cat's got my tongue! I shouldn't'a let the damned thing outta the bag!
The arrow – notched, pulled, shaking – smiles inside, flashes blady teeth, shouts hallelujahs – Ready! Ready to fly!
Depressed, lonely, and cracked, Mr. Egg jumped into the frying pan. He landed sunny-side up, yes, but that was only a show.
I would have written about the pleasures of eating, but that's only half the story.