May 28, 2010

i am ice cream

hello velvet city, here we begin:

ice cream
half-assed resistor. owner of a cat. hates breakfast. deleted by the groan, for a while.
"if i took drugs would you understand me? IF I TOOK A LOT OF DRUGS THEN WOULD YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

the cat
as of yet unnamed. often found around the neck of ice cream. leads how and tinker out of velvet city after ice cream gets groaned.

tries to cook breakfast.

pigtailed little inventor. specializes in pipe bombery.

skeletal and miserable, nubby. found at the arms store. finds ice cream during/immediately after groaning.
"two thumbs, can you even imagine?"

unnamed as of yet. lives on the outskirts of velvet city. feeds ice cream a lot of hard-boiled eggs.

the groan
wide-eyed instrument of ennui. mouthless? converts velvet city into murmurs. calls ice cream "his funny".

groanlings. barely sentient.

March 8, 2010

this one is called "churches"

Recall that darkness:
it was a terrible,
made distance
in which I only

thought your shape.
Until I forgot
what was your voice,
or why. Until

we had a talk.
I said many
very important-
sounding things,

I said nothing.
“I will never have a
child, only dogs.”
I broke a glass

in trying to break
you. “Please just
let me break you.”
That wasn’t said but

how I wanted to
the most, then,
as for you, I
could only listen

through a wall,
(Oh, the distance.)
chiseled, bristling
with white paint.

This is a great
mystic dread:
that for the paint
I will forget you.

March 5, 2010