Submissions by afinestranger

When I'm in my car I think about things
Like the buzzards that always loiter over the highway,
And the orange hue sinkining into its asfault,
And the 1968 Volkswagen Bug that's been sitting on the shoulder for 3 days,
And what I'm going go wear tomorrow,
And the eyeless shadow figures peering in at me,
And how many opossums get hit by cars on this stretch of road every day,
Probably explains the buzzards.
I also think about why I hate my job so much
And if any of the shadow figures thought I was hot,
And if the person who drove the...

Dear Emily,
The way you sang
Just like a toddler
Throwing a temper tantrum
Made my heart swim.
The world is dimmer
Without your stupid hokey
dirt bag love songs.
They were so pure.
Enjoy being a doctor
Or mathematician or whatever
Adults too old to
Sing do...

But sin is an effort to gain the ecstasy and the
 knowledge that pertain alone to angels and in
 making this effort man becomes a demon.” (Arthur Machen, 1904)
 
Poor thing, Clara, she was the perfect child.
The old bathroom is stripped down to the bone,
The prettiest skirts, and her little scraped-up knees,
only broken tiles and cobwebs remaining.
 
AND her infectious smile. Oh, what a shame.
The yellow stain where an imported
The losses we suffer in times like these.
marble vanity probably used to be.
 
She...