1. I dreamt about it in my dreams
    A machine!
    I put a button on it
    I wonder what will happen
    If I press it
     
  2. And she roars, latte. Latte for Anne. 
     
  3. I was doing my taxes one day when aliens came down from the sky. This was a strange occurrence, a first, but couldn’t dampen my joy at knowing I would receive a refund.
    — Alger Bliss
     
  4. The original from D. Kharms
    This is how hunger begins:
    In the morning you wake lively, 
    Then weakness, 
    Then boredom, 
    Then comes the loss
    Of quick reason’s strength —
    Then comes calm, 
    And then horror.
    But see how we can play with it. Replace the word hunger with the word madness.
    This is how madness begins:
    In the morning you wake lively, 
    Then weakness, 
    Then boredom, 
    Then comes the loss
    Of quick reason’s strength —
    Then comes calm, 
    And then horror.
    Not bad, but perhaps we can push it a bit.
    This is how laughter begins:
    In the morning you wake lively, 
    Then weakness, 
    Then boredom, 
    Then comes the loss
    Of quick reason’s strength —
    Then comes calm, 
    And then horror.
    Laughter to horror. What do you think of that, eh? Now, lets turn this up a notch, to eleven, as they say.
    This is how a beetle begins:
    In the morning you wake lively, 
    Then weakness, 
    Then boredom, 
    Then comes the loss
    Of quick reason’s strength —
    Then comes calm, 
    And then horror.
    Too Kafkaesque? Sorry. But since we’ve gone this far, lets go to the limit. Twelve.
    This is how infinite space begins:
    In the morning you wake lively, 
    Then weakness, 
    Then boredom, 
    Then comes the loss
    Of quick reason’s strength —
    Then comes calm, 
    And then horror.
    Oh, maybe that makes no sense. Maybe this.
    This is how death begins:
    In the morning you wake lively, 
    Then weakness, 
    Then boredom, 
    Then comes the loss
    Of quick reason’s strength —
    Then comes calm, 
    And then horror.
    Too obvious, death? Well, that’s all I can say about this poem. 
     
  5. Little lights and unseen tea

    Her face is inscrutable as she looks into the mirror, standing over me. I wonder what she’s thinking. Her head magically opens and I can see inside, into the computer that is her brain, and the bright lights ping back and forth, and there is a slight hum. She is rubbing me with secretions from a plant in the corner. Mozart plays on the sound system. A cup of hot tea steams in another room, but I can’t see it. You are, she says, but she doesn’t finish the sentence. Maybe she didn’t say you. Maybe she said who. Still, I don’t know what she’s thinking. I’ll kiss her next time.

     
  6. Lunch, in the style of Kharms

    At lunchtime I went to the park. I lay down on the grass and took a nap. I dreamt there was a large dog frolicking next to me. His name, he said, is Frank. When I woke up there was a cat sitting on my chest, purring. She said her name is Mary. Then I went back to work. And then I vanished.

    What a day!

     
  7. so close

    so close 
              could hear  
                        her exhale
                                  cigarette 
                                            smoke 

     
  8. 15 second book reviewFicciones, by Jorge Luis Borges
 Borges puts you in the position of reading words that individually are understandable, but put together are almost incomprehensible, and require a great deal of study to release the meaning locked inside. The key is your good brain and, paradoxically enough, attention to the individual words.

    15 second book review
    Ficciones, by Jorge Luis Borges

    Borges puts you in the position of reading words that individually are understandable, but put together are almost incomprehensible, and require a great deal of study to release the meaning locked inside. The key is your good brain and, paradoxically enough, attention to the individual words.

     
  9. My Writing

    Where it leads I will follow
    When it speaks I will transcribe
    When it asks I will answer
    When it commands I will obey
    When it cries I will listen
    Writing is the gathering of mental flotsam
    Up into a storm
    To create lightening strikes
    But it’s very hard
    And often doesn’t work <fizzling>
    Or worse
     
  10. We can keep you alive well beyond one hundred years, but we can’t stop the shrinking.
    — Alger Bliss, aging expert
     
  11. 22:01

    Notes: 3

    Some women are impossibly beautiful.
    — Alger Bliss
     
  12. Wondering why we stop, black version

    He’s pitch black, wearing a pale brown suit
    His helmut is on tight, strapped, and goggled
    He idles at the stop light, erect and mostly patient, on his motorcycle
    As dignified as any accountant can be
    Wondering why he needs to stop at all

     
  13. Apologetic repetitions

    Sorry. Thank you. I know.

    Sorry. Thank you, I know.

    I said:
      Sorry.
          Thank you.
             
    I know.

    I know.

    Now.

     
  14. One sentence character sketch

    He still walks in the city park with a hefty walking stick and an angry scowl, not yet ready to accept that criminals no longer prey there, and the happy families now strolling there taunt him in a way he does not understand.

     
  15. One sentence character sketch

    The old weight lifter only wears long sleeve shirts because he doesn’t want anyone to see the stretch marks on his biceps.