Other Non-fiction

s/he hasn’t an aggressive bone
in her/his body, at least not one you
can see &
when you pass him/her on the street,
you’d thing s/he had fucking angel
wings on her/his back,

stumbled upon a rabid raccoon
(posted on youtube)
recorded by some family
huddled inside their kitchen
looking out the sliding glass door
on a sunny afternoon &

poem

the moment s/he lost his/her
faith, now tattooed on the
back of his/her hand in a
& burnt on the back
of his/her mind, stands
for him/her as the most
important moment of a

had a crush on good ol’
“jesus,” but being that he
was all made up, s/he had
to settle for the
“jackhammer jesus,”
a big strong dildo
invented to make one
cum in the name of the

first time that brought the
bliss,
must’ve been when with her/his
best friend, in some mall in the
middle of fucking
nowhere---
little things when s/he was young &

this buildup of stress
this place of unrest inside
this eagerness to end the
frustration
this place of darkness residing
within
this hatred of all around
this want to relieve the

thinking back to better days
when kind faces presented themselves,
when the youth that one emanated &
the accompanying energy
brought in smiles & positive vibes
from all corners of the earth,

there are those that think they have a
one-on-one relationship
with the faces on their screens,
they draw conclusions from looks that
they give the camera & things that

when did the
douchebag get his own
beard?
when did the pencil-thin
maintenance of the facial
hair of a male
become something
with which
we walked with our heads
held high?---

Weskoppies Hospital, 2008.

when she talks about the past,
she does so with a numbness
that has been developed over
years of trying to push it behind
her---these are the mechanisms
of endurance that had been taught

holiday falsity
comes just like the
gathering together
during a tragedy,
when everyone
“forgets” their
differences & bands
in order to defeat
the common
catastrophe of the
moment---

les premiers flocons de neige,
dont flottent dans le vent
peser sur tous ceux qui s'opposent &
regarder,
avec un souffle de vent
chatouillant le visage,
avec un refroidissement simple,

they’ll tell you to
explain away
the feelings that you feel
when the music comes on,
when your favorite performer
wails, when
it hits you in the deepest part of
your heart---

ode to mr. fuckerberg,
whose glowing dopey eyed
face, is credited for bringing the
world
facefuck---
this way of connecting all the
masses, doing the bidding of the

You never forget your first "real" kiss, especially if it's terrible.

is there a problem?---one
wrong with the world
outside you? is there
a problem?---
now
now
now,
sorry to interrupt,
didn’t mean to pause you
from stuffing food down your

someone fucking stupid
asks the question
“why do you care what happens
to Gaza?”---
&
after getting smacked in the face
they regret the day that they
got up in the grill of

came to the
conclusion,
that this life that s/he has
lived, is all but being
burnt out on what seems
like
borrowed
time
now &
the wish that there was an
early out, a donor card possibly