Captain Wheezer sat his ass down on the first thing that came to hand. It was a small child.
"Hey, get off me! Hey!

The barrister and the barrista were out on a date and witnessed the whole thing.
"My, what a legal bind that gentleman might find himself in." The barrister commented.
"Would you like some more coffee?" The barrista replied.

Captain Wheezer remembered the old days fondly. Thoughts of smoky days on the campus. Hot tea in dorm rooms, the curve of a young woman's calf.

"Hey! Get off me! Hey!"

Captain Wheezer was hearing voices in his head again. What evil did these voices portend, what ghastly meaning could it have, this 'get off me'?

"Excuse me sir, you are sitting on this young child." An elderly man with dusty chapeau and a glass eye slapped Wheezer with his cane.

"Ah, fuck off you old goat, yer prolly a figment of my demented imagination anyway!' Wheezer spat in the old mans direction.
As he lifted his ass to fart the child slipped out and ran down the street as fast as it could.
Wheezer fell to the cement after a thunderous fart.
"Damn, I farted so hard I moved the earth."

Institution

The white walls are polished every third saturday
I'm sure you'll know he'll find it
satisfactory
the squeak of her shoes was rythmic
Moby could put
ella fitzgerald on top
of it, oh
i'm reaching now,
I can't really seem to recall
the point of
this

Beaver Creek

stolen
effigy sunk in the mud
frostbitten

and dizzy
smearing blackberry jam on
your shoes

douchebaggery
he said
and I had to agree
he was pointing the rifle
at my dog

last day in las vegas chapter twelve

Goddamn him, mother fucker. She picked up the shovel and noticed the blood and a little hair on it.
well, she thought, at least that is probably fucking hurting him.
she couldn't believe she hadn't pushed him out of the car when they got there. That fat fucker, he gets all the breaks, always has, like some twisted fat asian john candy like magoo freak.
she had also left her purse in the car and he was probably going through it right now.
goddamn I'm stupid.
well at least he won't go to the police. those fuckers hate him more than i do.
I could use a cigarette though.
goddamn, i'm gonna have to fucking hitchike back to vegas.
i am such an idiot.

film technique

the
dolls left eye
came off without a hitch
filming in the living room
the redhead with the nice ,
well, film technique
i'm not sure what kind of instrument that is
just don't leave it where someone can sit on it.

who the hell is eric sevareid?

sorting through
old photographs
the
deckled edges
smudged with fingerprints
you used to yell loudly
about how to hold a print, that, and when
the president was speaking on television
or Eric Sevareid was
reporting from Tel
Aviv
now you don't even know
who Eric Sevareid was
and it doesn't matter