sure there is a spark a spark as big as you and me it's deep down in the wood under the bark be careful though you might blow it out when you lift up the bark. so next time you see the spark in the bark pause, and think about how long you waited for the spark in the bark to appear

when I looked up from the typed sheet, the painter must have left his heart must have been stolen the owner was half painted the rest was lines a drunken paint-by-number the girl was too. the fulcrum at her head they were beautiful gymnasts but only for a second, when a bold painted red streak appeared over the front of his pants, he turned to me with fury the gun in his pocket look heated, redder than the streak across his groin. the girl ran forward through the field of grain, the most colo...

everything is darker but more beautiful. i can stare at the sun for as long as I want. I am unstoppable. her name sends frost through my bloodstream like panic calls from a sinking ship on radio wire. I can't stop shaking. i'm not nervous, i've got my head out the window and i'm screaming.

i see something on the blank page but nothing is there, nobody is there. yelling in a foreign tongue, black as tar, false as ever. Sing to me, sweet one. Dance for me sweet one. I'll dance with you, and your smile as plastic, as it might be in your mind. I don't see any doll factories around here, not for miles. I don't see a passport in your purse. Sad comedian; i'll make you laugh forever, as long as I get to grin every once and a while.