Sunday, February 28, 2010


You could see the trails of the electric fireflies as they darted and danced, just out of reach over the heads of the foot traffic. Their glow lit faces with wonder and awe. Children and adults alike lifted their gaze toward the heavens, even after the trails had disappeared and the bright inverted after-images on the eyes of those who had watched too closely had faded.

The El above glowed faintly blue, warning of live tracks and wire between the distant cradles. The line was very often straight, easing the engineering of a smooth ride, and for that, just as often, buildings grew around the rails and cradles, incorporating them into their architecture, which soared far above the trails of the fireflies.

This was a pedestrian city. The only vehicles rode on rails and ran cleaner than the faint breaths of the people who took them, lacking in time and luxury to walk the streets below.

To the tourist, this was a city of wealth. Storefronts were clean, uncluttered, and bright. The paths were well tended and often polished to reflection. Architecture was tall and flawless, unadorned with noisy advertisements.

To the resident, this was a city of hard work, clever design, and cutting-edge engineering. The buildings stood taller, the El cradles stood further apart except where they were hidden completely, and the necessary services that kept everything running and kept even the most unskilled of laborers employed, were utterly hidden from the from the incurious eye.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Pray It's Not a Prophecy

Mature Content

[Male voice] I'd like to file a police report.
[Female secretary] What is the nature of the report?
Personal threat. On my voicemail.
Fill this out for me
[Male fills out form]
Alright, thank you. Have a seat and someone will be with you shortly.

[Male officer] You wanted to file a police report?
[Male voice] Yes sir.
[Officer opens door, gestures to office] Have a seat please. What's the nature of the report?
Threat. On my voicemail.
Did you fill out a form?
[Officer stands, calls for secretary, leaves, returns with slip of paper] What was the message?
I have a transcipt, if you want. It's also still saved on my voicemail. [Pulls out printout]
You can print transcipts from your voicemail?
No, I typed it manually.
[Officer reads transcript aloud.] I don't think this is a big deal. Just kids playing around. Why do you want to file a police report?
I'm just trying to cover my bases, sir. Just in case.
Just in case of what?
In case something happens.
It's just kids, I doubt anything is going to happen.
She's had reports filed against her before. And I'm not going to take any chances. [Male is getting irritated]
Fine, whatever. [Inquires details regarding threats, passes officer's card to male.]

[Female emergency operator] Nine one one, what's your emergency?
[Male voice, frantic, quavering] I need help! Six forty-eight- Oh shit [Thunk, voices become muffled]
Sir, please speak into the phone. What's that address?
[Distant and muffled] Six four eight Wilmington-- get off me you bit- arrrrggggg Fucker that hurts!
Sir, please state your emergency.
Wilmington Court. Send a squad car, Fuck. Hurry!
Sir, what is the nature of your emergency?
[Russian accent] Sir can't come to the phone right now. He's a little... tied up at the moment. [Voice cackles before hanging up the phone]

[Female emergency operator] Possible emergency at six four eight Wilmington Court. Squad unit requested.
[Male officer] I'll take it.

[Ringing doorbell, then pounding on front door. Male officer shouting] Anyone home? Hello? Police! Open up!
[Officer speaking to himself] No answer. Best try around back.
[Ringing doorbell, then pounding on back door. Male officer shouting] Anyone home? Hello? Police, open up please!
[Male voice from inside, muffled] Hel-- [Voice cut off]
[Officer speaking to himself] Damn it

[Female voice] Is he going to be alright?
[Doctor] It's too soon to tell. Do you know what happened?
[Female shakes head.] I blacked out. When I woke up...

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

It's Just Me

I can see through the floorboards now
and the tiles lost their glow,
posters falling from the walls,
with the plaster close in tow.

my window got a web,
surprised it stands at all;
the frame's been gone day now,
the staircase and the hall.

I'm seeing static 'round the edges,
margins growing every hour...
things drifting about now:
reality losing power.

my computer turned inside out,
data like sand on the floor...
memories that don't want to be anymore...
the jam's gone--you can't slam that door.

I've got thunder in my head
and lightning in my veins
my own personal storm cloud:
wherever I go it rains.

my words have come alive,
all the truths and all the lies.
no longer life that's killing me,
just every time she dies.

In my head I'm eighteen again,
but she's twenty and in that box,
she grew and nothing changed--
no key will open that lock.

In my head I'm five,
and they won't play anymore.
I'm not what you think I ought to be,
though I long wished for nothing more.

In my head we grew old together
In my head we both died young
In my head has spilled into the air,
lyrics waiting to be sung.

I forgot what you felt like
but remembered what you saw,
forgot where we left our wings,
but the wound still stays raw.

There's nothing left of this room,
and less left of the world.
My knuckls no longer whitened,
no longer tightly curled.

I'm just drifting now,
for all that's left is me:
my lives, my lies, my fantasies,
my losses, my prophecy.