The Gary Heidnik of all your dreams
is eating at a buffet in Chinatown
The meat is all the cats, all the filthy cats
that live in Slaughter, the wickedest town ever
the cats, mangy, diseased that they are
we’d never touch stray cats on the street
but they make those cats into food at the Chinatown store
and you can eat [...]
May 14, 2008
Categories: Free verse, Non-fiction, Poetry . Tags: hate . Author: organbone . Comments: 2 Comments
crying from necessity
sharp nasal straining loving
numback throat
smack like a hand
reaching downward
like a glove
pockets of air
opening up inside the skull
like lightening
emptying out the head
like wearing a hat,
the pressure is so strong
from nose and throat and base of neck
and straining chemical choke
Innocence, Negligence
of course (of course)
Attachment
and Depression
I want to consume,
to fill, to empty.
I want to fill with
something [...]
November 24, 2007
Categories: Body Modification, Free verse, Non-fiction, Poetry . . Author: organbone . Comments: 3 Comments
I wake up alone again, on a couch, fold out bed, in a hammock, sleeping bag, tent. The air is cool, it had rained the night before, I smell the ozone emanating from the ground. Every morning, I never meditate, I never perform a ritual, I never follow algorithmically any mental conditioning which may help [...]
October 19, 2007
Categories: Non-fiction, The Great Work . . Author: organbone . Comments: 2 Comments
We stroll down red riverbeds
calcite whitecaps peeking above
the surface of crimson decay
We sleep among trees,
casting light where there is none
this time of night, we are alone
We cross state lines, county and natural border
and don’t talk about how similar it all appears
that we slept beneath the same trees
elsewhere in the world
October 18, 2007
Categories: Non-fiction, Poetry, Triolet . . Author: organbone . Comments: Leave a Comment
When I was a little kid, I used to wish on stars because they were hard to see at night in downtown Philadelphia. Those things which are rare are our most valued norms later in life, and not long after, when I was nearing the end of my childhood, I began to wish on more [...]
October 16, 2007
Categories: Non-fiction, The Great Work, update . Tags: reflection . Author: organbone . Comments: 1 Comment
H is taking a journey.
I will be traveling on and along the Appalachian Trail for about three month. It will be a fun, challenging exploration, but also quite long and arduous. Hopefully, there will be a few posts every so often, but chances are likely that I will be unable to post somewhat consistently again [...]
September 23, 2007
Categories: Non-fiction, update . . Author: organbone . Comments: 4 Comments
Hello faithful readers. Some news and such to bide the time.
The new apartment is working out. Yesterday, the ceiling over my room caved in, but I got a kitten. She is orange, like me, and Mike Millions found her behind the Jerk Hut. My kitten’s sister lives in Million’s room, [...]
September 18, 2007
Categories: Non-fiction . . Author: organbone . Comments: Leave a Comment
When you die, they don’t let you jerk off
I found this out the hard way, with pink needles
black eyeshadow and hand-rolled cigarettes.
There is no catharsis like death, and no birth like rebirth
I found this out by taking out my body in a crash
the fires consumed it, a house caught
I watched in the ghetto with an [...]
September 3, 2007
Categories: Non-fiction, Poetry . . Author: organbone . Comments: 3 Comments
There is less use for things these days
I spy on a shoe lazing after dinner,
a shirt tussling with a blanket (frankly
an equal match)
The plants uproot the cat from
its position on the couch
which in turn smiles, acknowledged by
dimples like a child’s
My hands are like books
study each other and sometimes rend
upon great strain
As if old, they creek [...]
August 29, 2007
Categories: Free verse, Non-fiction, Poetry . . Author: organbone . Comments: Leave a Comment
I hate a man with a weak jaw.
August 16, 2007
Categories: Body Modification, Non-fiction, The Great Work, Thought reform, Uncategorized . . Author: organbone . Comments: 1 Comment