STRAND : Writing

FOUND LAZING

FOUND LAZING

A Poem by STRAND


Hook me up, gateway drug. I’m tired or lazy. Figure it out, get me a drink. Expert’s lecture Descriptions Exhaustive Care? No t..
LIFE AFTER DISMEMBERMENT

LIFE AFTER DISMEMBERMENT

A Poem by STRAND


Cos I can’t not anymore you’d be bored like before It’s not because I don’t. It’s because I do, give too much: D..
GOD BLESS PEAR-SHAPED GIRLS

GOD BLESS PEAR-SHAPED GIRLS

A Poem by STRAND


Ruined, yes, but my ruins Just a matter of filing fragments, separating the chaff, a freshly-shorn morning: Lop-sided head of a fellow train p..
W***E OF DAYLIGHT

W***E OF DAYLIGHT

A Poem by STRAND


Awakened by the sound of scurrying copper-thieves. Before, it used to be just drifters killing drifters. Morning �" a punch in the thr..
CHINESE NAMES

CHINESE NAMES

A Poem by STRAND


Watched the horrible movie ELEKTRA and I noticed something: in Hollywood, Asians only play Asians. This is very limited: it's either Yakuza, Ninjas,..
SPASMS OF SPRING

SPASMS OF SPRING

A Poem by STRAND


Waning, growing ill as the world grins, replenished. These spritely colors, an overwhelming stimulant: Bowls of powder at an Indian bazaar. Bound..
I AM FULL OF ARROWS

I AM FULL OF ARROWS

A Poem by STRAND


Demons, scores of hissing serpents, every dawn-their proud vessel. The morning is a dreadful thing; wrenched from the womb or warm bed. Perhap..
A FOOL WHO SEES

A FOOL WHO SEES

A Poem by STRAND


There is something horrible about the morning: The case of sight: Where everyone shows their plague spots, readily. Men wear their unblemished whit..
THERE IS NO EMPTY TOILING

THERE IS NO EMPTY TOILING

A Poem by STRAND


Always walk in the light, lest you be dragged into it.
WHITE NIGHT, WHITE NIGHT

WHITE NIGHT, WHITE NIGHT

A Poem by STRAND


I fear lines are forming, as hole-punch clouds are storming. With no demons in Hell, the otherworld is underground. We’re serviced by six ..

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