BRG/TNL/500: 12. Oliver's Daughter Story

OLIVER.

12. Whispered the story.

My daughter was lost to me.  I remember.  As I tumbled through life, I knew she was a daughter, yet I had no recollection of making her.  So then: she was lost to me.

I found her in a Santa Fe trailer park, abandoned to a swing set.  The mother in with bad people.  I left my truck running.  Men came out of trailers.

PICS: Pit Dogs

POEM: Debt

opinions are desires and she bestrides her cart like she's hard.

makes the others sabine colossi
lumbering under the final night as birds fall from the sky.

the case is pocked from stairway climbs.

a heart can ossify 

from disambiguated word counts, placard phrases, 

and a pyramid scheme of passcodes: 

her first pet, her first love, the guise of a marriage she took part in once

years of a man who's initials combined with her birthday unlock the debt on her visa card.

opinions are desires and she unlocks her case.

and wonders what happened to elliptical lives, to not knowing things, and dollar bills for the maids.

now every ordinary day polished and every dullard serialized.  And no one stays.

What happened to boredom? she thinks.  

What happened to a man who looked for you in the same old place.

LIST: New Fake Identities

Raif Whiterose

June 14, 2011 via mobile

First Poet Laureate of the Fryeburg Fair

BRG/TNL/500: 11 The Golem

NEAR DAWN; blue window, not yellow window as they crept through the gates of an old stable house, and ducked into what had once been a horse stall,
11.  huddled around Maggie, the boys had a new round of cigarettes, while one crept alone to the manor.
Two cigarettes per man it took for the one to reappear from the house and jog back.  He reached a hand out to her: Come on then.
He escorted her to the house, and at the door let her go.
He's here?
Another.
He clapped her on the arm.
Three floors of house above her.  All the windows covered over.
She pulled the door open, and stepped in.

ALEXEI: The Fatwā on Chazz

Last known photo of Alexei Vladimirovich.. UNTIL NOW

It's been a year since Alexei Vladimirovich sent us a message.  That he lost the contest to replace Cousin Chazz, (while Chazz went to rehab), ended our relationship.  Now he is back.  And the news is troubling.

PICS: Fire Leek Meat Dirt Car Room

What it is

AUDIT: Oneida, Chazz's Rehab, Last August

*Ridley Scott is a fascist turd.  I was in the final cut to play some emperor in Gladiator, but I wouldn't cut my ponytail.  Standards are hard to hold on to in this town.  -- Ace Milton

BRG/TNL/500: 10 The Garbage Tower

Jim introduced her to her guides.  Polite boys smiling at her as they lined their vests with magazines.  They didn't exit from a secret passage through the undercroft, just walked back out the front and down the road.  Stopped where the camp lights finally failed to reach, and there these boys had their cigarettes.

AN HOUR after this they were crouched single-file along a path of rubble that ascended into the second story of what was once a bank.  They got in under the cracked wall of the building, crossing under steel columns and exposed rebar like collapsed spinage, bones exposed from flesh rot.  And while half the building teetered above them like a poorly wedged oak tree, the boys nested in the cleft of what had been loan offices, pointed Maggie east to the backdrop that rose up over the grid.   Even where much of the city was destroyed, the imprint of buildings remained.  And there was the garbage dump, a mountain.  And there was the last standing tower.

FLASH: Diazepam Anonymous

With overseas viewership of a site like this comes spam on the comment boards offering great deals on generic drugs.  While deleting the spam box, I thought to make use of this junk for the blog; a story built Frankenstein-style from the textual waste of online scrip scams.  Click below.

SKETCHPAD: Batmen Creeps and Nuns

GYPSY: 27 Swamproot 40

Scene Three where forty minutes out of Memphis seems more like 1866 than 1966; Sam Phillips, sorghum, Falstaff Beer, benzedrine inhalers, and two runaway sisters.