Author Archives: byronius

elephant fell asleep in the casket and dreamed he was drifting in leafy water to tall trees and lush foliage an old elephant scratching his back on a tree helloed him hey whatcha doing floatin down the rivah — are … Continue reading →

in the home depot where all the real people go by the bougainvilleas and the catch-em-and-killyas a boy and his dad mad dad and boy sad suffering sob tear streaks rob the boy of his words. he tries to explain … Continue reading →

I. french boy there are no ghosts except perhaps high in the tower the vikings inferior superior nothing like that matters cold water spins swing it and leap under the steel for the lunar fade the teutons no history no … Continue reading →

welded to the wall of power mouth open and gasping a little man the seed of the beast that surrounds him the perfect little man to serve fifty years they worked in conspiratorial darkness now the blank and pleasant little … Continue reading →

tunney almost sat down on the ground the funhouse mirrors rubberflex sideshow secret smoky hallways ten feelings there are no rules spinning up the staircase orange swirl god forgives me because i am beautiful essence of beatnik poured over the … Continue reading →

and i flew i flew higher than i ever had smooth in the thin blue sky sparklys all around and river clouds i came down and cruised charleston cracked black windows and a corvair “wot choo wont, mister?” i ate … Continue reading →

what a day what a day the refrigerator came unglued ran around mocking its makers making up little songs the toneony rocked its safeties stood up on its toes and howled every plant shivered in its neat little plant bed … Continue reading →

gone backpacking with Mr. Green no telling the things he’s seen climbing up high in the hot blue sun no telling the things he’s done water glancing off his shoulder leaping off of a giant boulder fifty-two million years of … Continue reading →

us oh us mashy mishy squishy us stomped on this land hard shook up the eyes and ears of every human and every animal charlemagne made us southern franks with poofy ideas gave us a continent for free northern franks … Continue reading →

copenhagen in 1840 was a marvel people walked in the future and gathered to ravel the ideas on gothersgade street number 16 lived the fundal family and their yellow nosed dog buttersnout the long-descended ancestor of a viking street dog … Continue reading →

whatinthehellcouldyousaytohim nothin’ street spider glance from the regular features of cathode ray he sat out there and spun the story he made worlds for all when there became nothing left can’t describe the sweetness to the make believe twelth century … Continue reading →

we rode our minibikes out too far almost to the rub al-khali and less than half a tank left near where i went over the cliff and burned my leg in the middle of the sand was a one-room house … Continue reading →

ah yes the workin’ man sows his fortunes by the muscle in his hand never says nothin’ just workin’ his land bound sometimes to go a little crazy the seventeen sixties pontiac ruled scary out there in the deep detroit … Continue reading →

seventy-seven today she orders seven seven and sevens up ends every one again she says twos my lucky multiplier fifty-five year old daughter gets off work at the petsmart orders a seven and seven three divorces two kids and i’m … Continue reading →

sheffie sank interestingly behind dark steel a swoon a faint and all he was gone that night the moon shone down on our pale faces hearts fluttering with death fatigue trying to space out but stuck in this slice of … Continue reading →

ten thousand feet high ten miles long huge white granite tumble blocks and a full moon saturn high up and mr. green is calmly talking he says: the pink haze is from the setting sun behind us you only see … Continue reading →

center hot shake seethe pent apostle two tons of armor plate and an artillery emplacement on his back irif was the tiny son of a wild female he was caught fleeing through the jungle and raised to be a tank … Continue reading →

Five written between 5/6 and 5/11/02. true man i am standing on a ridge looking out on this strange valley i have been weaker i have been stronger but the yippie is still bright in me upon this ridge there … Continue reading →

henry on the cobble of a village in chester stone from the churn valley where we used to fear to go churn is deep and high and you get tired and hurt from climbing to its easy point creatures lived … Continue reading →

i killed the man behind you with the fury of the swing a man’s muscles contract like magic when swinging a war stick blood all over not ours the heart has gone out of the village we own them their … Continue reading →