The Midnight Coterie of Sinister Intruders Pt. III

We are all wrecked, bound inexorably
forward toward that unknown land of cursive
and italic prints.

The speaker is aware of his own limitations,
of human limitations, yet he asks of simple
forgiveness.

Simple human forgiveness from a loved one.

He read a book entitled ‘Weird things and
how to think about them’.

8 months asleep and still he was restless.

My life has now become a string of sighs.

The moment Alaska Airlines deposits me “for
real”, the pungent aroma of Walla Walla will
fortify a promise.

Never forsaking anything once, twice, thrice,
four times over.

I want a man who brings a man-
sized appetite

Prefieres que yo hablo español?


My house was robbed when I was 17.

Never have I ever let another man inside my head and my heart like you.
Now clap and put a finger down. Those are
the rules of the game.

All of these strings, yet I can’t help but see
the light you bring through the cracks in the
floorboards.

Will the accents clash or braid into a
polysyllabic symphony of rolling arrrs and
lazy ehhs?

A Kiwi boy among dark flowing fields of
cultivated grain, like Dr. Seuss for
insomniacs.

For stupidly finite periods of time,
I am filled with jubilance,

engorged with thoughts of unfathomably
beautiful people doing unfathomably
beautiful things.


Unbelievable. All of it is unbelievable.
Unremarkable and Unrequited in the hills of
Walla Walla.