Death of a Chiefs Fan

softserve @ August 23, 2008 # No Comment Yet

Death of a Chiefs Fan
by softserve
Bam! Blood vessel pops like
gunshot, leaves me
lifeless
in this alley and Sarah and
Alisha–on break–find me in
jeans
and jersey, lying warm but
lifeless among sparrow-chirps in
cool morning light. Fading to
blue sky, I watch the brown
tops of their
heads scatter like fleas, drop their
cigarettes, flee inside…all alone
a sprawling corpse in Chiefs
red, forearms burning from
UV rays, it [...]

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PB&J

softserve @ December 17, 2007 # No Comment Yet

PB&J
by softserve
A plump
mouse with a
bristly
orange hair-
do
spreads
from one
side of pot-
ato bread
to ano-
ther, thick
green peanut
butter.

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Naked

softserve @ November 12, 2007 # 3 Comments

Naked
by softserve
When I was a child I often quietly
worried that everyone was an alien
and I was the only real person on earth.
My family, my friends
And each casual acquaintance
Was an alien in disguise.
I never let my guard down,
Just in case.
Sometimes I felt that God had chosen me
to be someone important
or that maybe I was God’s true [...]

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there’s weed in the popemobile, promise

softserve @ June 6, 2007 # One Comment

Spiders
By Softserve
my wife rolls over
and tells me
to go to sleep.
i’m afraid to.
if i allow my body
to let go,
i might not be able to
bring it back.
she says i worry too much,
but i don’t want any spiders
to bite me while i’m asleep.
they say that spiders
crawl over you
and try to drink
from the corners of your eyes.
it’s what that [...]

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the door in the river

softserve @ March 31, 2007 # One Comment

Turtle Pie
by Softserve
I tried to eat a man
whose face I thought looked
like a pastrami rheuben sandwich.
He led me to the Sahara
where we crushed tiny people
with medium-sized rocks.
I realized his hat wasn’t a sandwich.
Then I remembered it was his head
that supposedly was a sandwich.
And the thought made me hungry
but I got lost on the way
and had [...]

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the war

Editor @ March 7, 2007 # No Comment Yet

the war
On top of the bar, a demon scarecrow battles an axe-wielding mutant toad. As this mook is giving me her order, I look over at the cook as if to say, “smash them with your hand, quick, they’re making too much noise, I can’t hear the customers!”
The mook orders a Rueben with no kraut. [...]

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