5.01 / January 2010

[wpaudio url=”/audio/5_1/hippomancy.mp3″ text=”listen to this poem” dl=”0″] divination by means of observing the movements and sounds of horses Nothing describes the verdant science of your ribs. Yesterday, the shaman spat in small orbits before you, examining traces of buttercup, courtyard sun splashes, roadside places confessed onto gravel. You have learned to die without confusion.

Carl wanted to know what I found in his yard when we were six, ran to my house, hid it somewhere, and hid myself in the bath. “You were naked and wet,” he explained. “You didn’t even dry off or clothe up. I can’t remember what you found.

There is a small kitchen that smells of fading sunlight and baby powder. On the counter there are four rotting oranges and a Spock bobble head. Leroy enters and says “It is time for a snack.” He taps Spock’s head and Spock says “Fascinating.” Leroy watches Spock bobble until Spock stops bobbling.

He honks his horn only after he’s parked his car and is walking away.   I can’t recognize her voice from a distance, but I can recognize a TV’s.   Jean-Paul Sartre:   “I do not mean that when I chose between a cream pastry and a chocolate eclair, I am choosing in anguish.

Snippets: Horizontal Barn-dance —moonlight-slice across barn floor, Johnson’s Miller-little-sister-fuck, skin, bone, pale white, performance-silent, shame-feeling for my want, but scared to… —she passes note, sit with me on school-bus, panty-less feel-up, note-drop, teacher-find, principal-pass, no-nonsense paper-trail… “barn-meeting, hand between her thighs, said she always wanted me, teased about once passing up easy lay, unchanged in

Finding himself imprisoned beneath the ground in Boston-Mass., the conman “Clark Rockefeller” couldn’t help but understand: That {with his own two hands shoved for years down his pants} he’d quite literally diddled away his life up till then.

Dear Friend, Do you know that there are only 500 Siberian tigers left in the world? These majestic animals once roamed free in packs of twenty or more, the kings of the dense Russian forest.

So far, the baby’s a one-hit wonder. He says puppy and, even though we don’t own a dog, my wife cheers. Already keen for female attention, the baby says it again “Puppy puppy puppy” and the vicious cycle continues, him babbling and her clapping.

Anna was a small girl who had caused a lot of trouble for her family.   They did not know where she was.   Anna did not know where she was either.   She was eighteen years old and she was in her car, somewhere in America.

I am aware that my body is part of my mind and that it is stretched tightly over a roll-cage of stone-colored metal. In the morning, even when I am an illness, you wake from the dry mussel of my body you’ve wrap your arms around.

April passed, a blanket of medium days.   Linda was reading for pleasure when the telephone rang. It was her accountant, Terry.

say I’m a perfect doll, say I’m a tiny queen. They stand around with strong shoulders and spit darts. They say I can’t drive in heels, even if I practice. They crunch cans with their pinkies and know how to punch. They say I should keep my lights on, and cradle a baseball bat.

First you die, and then I do. It’s not that I don’t trust you, but they’ll think this was all my idea that way. You thought of that, remember? I don’t mind. I’ve never minded. Also, it’ll be easier on you this way; don’t think I don’t know that.

Some days before something stabbing was pressed against my chest, I connected with the girlfriend. We watched the other dissolve in on the screen, set by the sights of two strongly pixelated webcams. My laptop glowed as its eye a green light, by whose gaze I knew how to angle and fold myself correctly.

__________________________________________________________________________________ Introduction: About Girl If you have the opportunity of Girl you should take it. If you have the opportunity of the experience of Girl you don’t hesitate you dive in with your whole anatomy and some mind; enough tenderness to grant her respite, but not so much she becomes a doily.

My kitten is furry and has a spot—that looks like a bruise Frederick gave me for Christmas—just below its eye. Frederick says something like “blow job,” and I just sit there watching TV. He storms out of the room, taking heavy steps. He disappears into the hallway.