Author Archives: Zak

every day,
another terrified,
malignantly insecure
man
behaving with
violence and
bravado.

you wish
you’d said
less.

the body is
mostly
empty.

i do not
know so
i think about
it
for far longer
than seems
rational
or appropriate.

a literal genius

when it is hot enough

a
chuckle really,
but without
condescension,

“your tailpipe is
the most beautiful
rusted orange”,
i said,
with a smile,
and
the driver looked at me
with a pale mixture
of confusion
and suspicion
and said
“what?”

the human animal
has wiped out
near all the other
animals, again.

the bars are
dripping
with people.

i cannot
always choose
when
i go.

there must be
something wrong
with them,
i think,

quiet to keep
from our gunmetal
fear.

i felt fat
on an evening couch,
eating cherry pie.

quiet, only insects and wind

a
human body
moves through
the dark

i bought a
pair of pants
designed for,
marketed as,
“women’s”,
to save about
thirty dollars.

underneath me,
silently,
water seeps.

without any
intestine
i carry my own
waste
in a bag,
like a dog’s.

i don’t think the town is beautiful

i can always try again

future human, do you exist?

one reason that
life is
troubling
is that
we are
opposites
at the same time.

what you do is; go to a place where people gather

i ain’t with being broke