Wednesday, April 27, 2016
impermanent
Saturday, April 23, 2016
Friday, April 22, 2016
keeping it real
Thursday, April 21, 2016
pretty things
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
mitochondrial Eve
diamonds
Monday, April 18, 2016
binary composition
Sunday, April 17, 2016
science man
Saturday, April 16, 2016
belly close
Friday, April 15, 2016
ubiquity
Thursday, April 14, 2016
duly
index
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
spines
Monday, April 11, 2016
pity
Sunday, April 10, 2016
frailty
Saturday, April 9, 2016
opinions
Friday, April 8, 2016
relish
That
you should ask
did I enjoy it;
the penultimate question. That
you seek an answer;
reveals your nature. That
you should engage me;
causes no end to my delight. And so
to your curiosity;
this I do tell.
"The play's the thing..."
I did. I really
Did.
I relished it sir.
Each word
Alighting upon my person
Sauntering along
Reaching its forsworn destination
Implanting itself just so
Stirring a pot of frenzy
Already boiling with secrecy and shame
Of imagined elicit nights
Shunted aside in the name of purity
"What is the reason that you use me thus?"
Each rippling muscle
Firmness of arms, of legs
Chase themselves about, limbs
Confirming with certainty
Your vastness
Your trickster ways
My destruction
Vanquished in obsession
Gathered up into naught
Balanced upon a pale silk thread
Hovering over insanity
“Now cracks a noble heart”
For the rest is folly, nothingness
Never to be
©kcasady2016
Thursday, April 7, 2016
cliche
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
gist
images floating digitally in the electronic minds of
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
recapitulation
Monday, April 4, 2016
nuts
until the squirrel crawls onto the feeder outside…sniffing for nuts…hanging off the tree by one paw…tiny little paw…tiny little fingers.
they know the squirrel must always gnaw…or it dies…its teeth get too long…so it can’t eat.
once they saw a squirrel fall out of the tree…dead…maybe from starvation…so they put peanuts out every day.
the squirrel eats…gets fat…possibly falls out of the tree…but bounces.
the cat leaves…chases the squirrel…they think…if it falls out of the tree…they think.
they drink the adjacent bottle of tea…they note the empty box of cat…they sit at the kitchen table all day…that’s it…that’s what they do. ©kcasady2016
Sunday, April 3, 2016
beguiled
luscious…crawls
a viscous liquid snail
trails hot mucous
around…through
a tube, constricted
curls toward
a blaring bubble, contained
twists…twirls
unnatural breathing being, contorted
shape flames a puny form
drink from me it says
amidst cool steam, beguiled
by shards and broken necks
©kcasady2016
Saturday, April 2, 2016
drift/rift
breach/reach
apart/part
like the business model, one shifts
from routine, enough
to disrupt
cause a slight change
imperceptible from without
a bare whiff from within
alters the wherewithal of it
increases the between
off centers the drift, rift
shapes a breach, reach
across,
apart
part
©kcasady2016
Friday, April 1, 2016
Carl Can't Kiss
In the spirit of “All flash fiction is poetry and all poetry is flash fiction.”
Philip Bram Casady
SuZanne in seat 28, row L. Her Z nudges her. The stage skips out the theater door. A dozen eyes glare at her. A dog-eared script grabs her hand. Her Z sighs.
Faded memories and glory tap Suzanne's shoulder. Carl can't kiss. Never could. SuZanne tangled in a duvet determined to orgasm. Never happened. Her Z wilted. Pretend Carl pretend.
A long-legged ego with ginger curls waltzes past the proscenium arch. Hurls herself into the orchestra pit. Carl can’t kiss. SuZanne catches her with one hand. Her Z slaps Carl. SuZanne's mouth grabs Carl's lips. Chews them off. Like this Carl like this.
SuZanne splattered with passion. SuZanne in splendor. SuZanne embraced by ruby sweet tendrils. Her Z strokes Carl's hair. "Places!" says the ghost lamp.
SuZanne in seat 28, row L. Carl breaks a leg. The ginger ego takes a bow. Bouquets ride through applauding thespian air. Z skips out the theater door. The curtain falls. SuZanne burns with acclaim. Carl still can't kiss. SuZanne marries him anyway. ©kcasady2016