Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

September 30, 2014

“When You Lift The Avacodo To Your Mouth” by Troy Jollimore

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When You Lift the Avocado to Your Mouth

What matters is that when you lift the avocado to your mouth
you bend all your senses toward it, yet
allow a sliver of its flavor to escape
your lips—not into the muffled ether
of radio static that deadens the air
around us, but into the nearly real lips
of those who have gone before us, the pale
blue shadow-forms of the ancestors
who no longer have bodies to touch or to taste with,
to sing or to fuck with, but who still recall
what it is to touch or taste or sing or fuck
and who long for it and, in their longing, attach
themselves to the living, incarnated ones,
in the hope of feeling, once more, by a process
that must be mostly imagination, some spark
of sensation, the thinnest, outermost layer
of the experience of hearing the ocean,
of watching the moon rise over a city,
of kissing a woman, of stroking the fur
of a cat as it stretches to meet your palm,
of holding a pen, of smelling the pine-scented
breezes at dusk, of gazing deep into
a fire, a well, the eyes of a lover,
of tasting a teardrop, of tasting avocado.

—Troy Jollimore, The Believer, June 2012

September 24, 2014


I wonder when I wander onto

Here any way/

Station platform stand  to train onto

Station platform stand/

I wonder of when I heartily love

Away/ After

These twistedsheet reveries of

Just  her  laughter./


At home

Ought I love two caught cats who coax it?/

Am I above the jokes  let loose  to see;

Just bourne best bet internet pornoetry?/

At home

I have to love cavemancave wall art,

Especially the spectres there.

"FREUD/ BACON" shot by me

shot by me

September 16, 2014

Terza Rima

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Magenta words and blue

September 10, 2014

My Ravine



When I arrive at my ravine

& even the underlying lies fall off,

Even then,  all the subtle murmurs can mean

Something sure enough to  yell off.


If  & when I can arrive at my ravine cliff

I’ll sort the certainties, the lies

Of agonizing hesitations, if

Only  one  clarity would rise.