unreliable narrators
TagCadaver
The young king’s corpse is badly decayed.
Agave
Javelins needle the air,
a strange acupuncture.
Hanging Upside Down
It was mid September when I saw Superman.
How Having a Grotesquely Scarred Face Might Have Its Perks
Riding a bike along the Mühlendamm Bridge in Berlin looking for a quick lunch, a kielbasa or a bratwurst from a street vendor, I soon found a retaining wall upon which to quickly consume the meaty thing.
Dolores, Dolores
My lipstick stained your book, Age of Innocence, with a suede cover.
Paper Nest
Emmy Haustrom died for me, but they carved him up to entertain the crowd.
Not Us, Not Plant or Animal
I am in the front seat. I am always in someone’s front seat.
From My Driveway
I live at the edge of the ghetto.
The Hollywood Saturnalia Shuffle, Co-Starrin’ Carmen Haze / The Trouble with Cindy Jo
Here’s a story ‘bout a fella
—Goes by Whitey, don’t ya’ know?—
Love Shack (Cuckoo)
David feels good today.