Mere Anarchy

Critical evidence.
andre breton
james dickey
kafka
theodore roethke
wb yeats
sylvia
ts eliot
irvine welsh
chuck palahniuk
dostoevsky

Forensic reports.
edward gorey
man ray
simon boses

Admissions of guilt.
deadcandance
cohen
nick cave
natalie merchant
rammstein
iggy pop

Crime scenes
aurora picture show
diverseworks
theater LaB houston
voices breaking boundaries

Damning testimony.
surrealism
roller derby
exploding dog
levity
girlsarepretty

I suddenly awake. I've been transformed into a gigantic pizza. At this moment in a cafe in Italy a forty-year-old divorcee checks out the waiter's ass as he pours ice water into a priest's glass. It overflows a bit because the waiter is not paying attention. He is listening to the priest's cell phone conversation about the evils of abortion. The waiter remembers when last week he sat in the waiting room while some cold thing dragged its claws through his girlfriend's field looking for something small and hidden. "Tenderloin" the divorcee thinks to herself. She feels a familiar fluttering, a young bird perching inside her pelvis cage flaps its wings. A bluebottle fly lands on her half eaten cheesecake. The fly's feet stick deliciously in the cake. It lowers its siphon mouth and vacuums up the sugary goo. This morning it deposited ten thousand young in the body of a dead alley cat rotting under the porch of the brothel down the street. A drunk slept near the cat. I'm taken out of the oven cut into wedges by a bright wheel and sold by the slice.

posted by James @ 9:19 AM

Dienstag, Mai 06, 2003