all that you forgot
when you were chained to this language

Forget guardrails and gloves
Remember, if you desire,
the directions with which we get lost
and the hands with which we feel our way back

Forget blemish and phlegm
Remember orange soda
and the shape of her knees

Forget the untold sickness
Remember the cure of laughter
- Remember painful laughter, bordering on fright

New Words

Rivlachrip: [riv-la-krip]
An attachment to a previously existing instrument
An upgrade or advancement; to make such an upgrade
“I know I already showed you my new blender, but not since I rivlachriped it!”

Mixlington: [mix-lix-ing-tuh n] N
A setting which lends itself to memorable happenings;
A place remembered with fondness
“The old friends arranged a rendezvous at their beloved mixlixington.”

Shackslackle [shack-slak-uh l] Adj.
Silly and carefree in manner
“My young son tends to get a bit shackslackle after his morning nap.”

Quorkmorq [quork-mork] Adj.
Full circle; complete; symmetrical or harmonious
“How quorkmorq of the year to close with a snowfall.”

Flou: [flou] Interjection.
An exclamation between “Damn!” and “Hooray!”
A spectacle that would prompt such an exclamation
“Flou, did you know we have the 3rd best offense in the league this year?”

Grop: [grawp] Adj., Noun
Forecful; stern
“Cindy went home before the rest of her friends, at the request of her grop step-father.”

Snickshick: [snik-shik] V.
To cut oneself while shaving
“Ouch! I snickshicked myself this morning and it’s still hurting!”

"My Watch"

Staring at my watch
I have stared at my watch, and I will continue to stare at my watch in the future
I spilled milk on my alarm clock - I can’t trust it anymore
If I stare at my watch closely enough, I can see the minute hand,
conquering it’s revolution.
Slowly, but surely.
Most assuredly
So important

Mama told me to do two things always:
Be honest,
Be on time
On time, never falling off

Palpable secret
of intersubjectivity
Depending heavily on the nature of activity

The girl in the weight room asks me, “Do you know what time it is?”
She must be worried she is falling off.
“Ummm,” I stare at my watch,
Jesus it takes me a long time to read the watch I spend so much time staring at
Panic…I must be stupid
But finally the code falls into place
“5:30!” I blurt out with a smile of accomplishment

She looks at me as though I have given her letters when she asked for numbers

“5:30? Uh, do you mean 6:30?”

I stare (yet again) at my watch. Yup, 5:30 alright

“Yeah, 5:30…does that not sound reasonable?”

“Well, I got here at 5:30…so…no.”

this poor woman...

“Sorry, I guess my watch is wrong…it must be 6:30.”

…it was 6:46.


Quiet is the only resource
and it is louder now than an hour ago

We’re assured the sun and moon will keep trading the sky
but our notarization has been devalued with no receipt

And love, music, politic, friendship
are distractions of ecstatic meaning
lighting a sky
darkened by desire and fear
but as each letter follows another
the meaning and
meaning and

begin…to float…

Cathartic mazes
are further complicated by
faulty rules and tenuous borders of physics
Death, the time-bomb that ticks in a foreign language
with every pulse
Inching closer and closer to the plight that marches in front of our every trajectory
The time
when one has no answers
no reward
for day and day and day again of arduous contemplation
so ridiculously void of headway
and no more time in which to ponder these matters
The foreign digits are shrinking
as am I
And what was once small is now cozy
what was once a source of great fear
is now a source of destination

emptiness is form
and as my lips form the words
that so formed me
I, too, am soon gone.

"Call From Gerbil"

My friend Gerbil called me at noon.

“Did you get the e-mail I sent you?” he asked me

“Hmm…not yet. Did you send it to my e-mail?”

“Yeah…rileyfishburn@hotmail.com, right?”


“Nothing special about Riley or Fishburn?”

“Uhhh…I guess not.”