Mental Blips #26 - Discount

He charged a penny
for a Holy Bible—er...
A holey Bible.

Mental Blips #25 - Flash

A fascist waved hi,
as did I, reluctantly.
He had a nice smile.

Mental Blips #24 - Bound

My manifesto
spans seven hundred pages,
with the glossary.

Mental Blips #23 - Bump

Dragged down a dirt road,
the vagrant hoots and hollers,
'til his jaw comes off.

Poems and Prose #171 - Fingertips

Typing on a touchscreen face,
I mistype and then erase.
I'll make the next one with less haste.

Oops. It seems I've lost my place.
I guess I've made some sort of case.

Poems and Prose #170 - Quillwork

"Shit or
get off the pot,"
the poet uttered,
licking off the last
little bits of
finger butter.

His calves tensed,
and he craned
into a hover,
taking in one
gigantic breath
after another.

Poems and Prose #169 - Rivet

The blight shall
forever stain me,
I mutter to myself
unintelligibly,
some invisible blemish,
to others, clearly seen,
though I accept its status
as a lithe, shape-shifting thing.

This concocted story was
a mesmerizing scene.
Its grotesqueness fixed
my stare, indeed.