SKIDMARK ROW

There is nothing to be said due to most of it being set aside for later where it could do the least forensic study that had to go right there otherwise it was going to be about not getting sent a note a recognition for the birds hammered with an x-ray machine and all because they had to stay out till all hours all hours and all because they left without telling anyone without notifying the appropriate parties parties where they were going or maybe they did think one of them answered a few questions on the subject or maybe they just decided to go around the topic in circles and never land on anything specific fancy doing that inside here behind where this finger is rubbing this brow or maybe not directly behind there but it is difficult to stop the spinning and roll the eyes back the other way you know in the direction of her impatience no that's not it never was had a lot to do with being fed up but there is an infuriated state hung on the rods of lightning in the microwave where the aluminum foil and the light bulb copulate within the canopy bed of dripping electric seed and eggs.  Brow-beating something runny though the beard was certainly dry and crusty runny things they stop running brow-beaten by someone bloody even though uneven as a matter of fact as a matter of crushed spirit the last tooth is dead long live the broken front windows of the downcast.

Bowels press together
Both sides reminders
Of what is between
Disappointment and hopelessness
Cracks in the devastation
Leak deceptive promise
and recessive lingering on
rotted orange of a man
dropped hands smeared mouth
lowered eyes crappy fasting
tender mudflap of a wish come false
and/or wheezing turned to alley scratches
and/or a small part of a dead bug's life
you and I have just a very small part
of a dead bug's routine
sprinkling its wings 
over more slices of life
and/or

and/or what?
How dare you quote me without permission.
And that about says it all.
Back to where was I?
An expression I am not fond of.
I know.
You're not going to say it again? Just to tear into my nerves?
I'll save it for a more inopportune occasion.
And you shall speak as one with an empty autograph book up his ass.
Her ass.
Her ass.
His ass.
Make up your mind.
Whose mind?
Bring me some goat bedding.
I wouldn't want the bedding. I would prefer the milk.
I used to only drink chocolate milk.
They should make a documentary about you.
Who is they?
Then the project will never get off the ground now will it?
My whole life has been a result of funding source issues.
They were red stairs that ascended to the next floor.
They descended as well stairs do that.
Fine they descended as well. They were red stairs that ascended and descended to the next floor.
The next story.
The next story.
And next door.
And next door.
Wait a moment. What are we talking about?
A refrigerator.
How did we get to a refrigerator?

How did they? How did they? How? Know how they did it they did it with the know how know how they did it before it hardened before the concrete hardened they divided it up with lines and how they did it know how they did it with the know how cemented the arrangement where dirty footprints travel alone seeing double until coming to one's senses to have the know how divided it up with lines. How did they? How did they? How? Know how they did it they did it with the know how know how they did it before it hardened before the concrete hardened they divided it up with lines and how they did it know how they did it with the know how cemented the arrangement where dirty footprints travel alone.

How did we get to a refrigerator?
I started thinking about a refrigerator.
One you used to have?
Didn't have any food. Even back then.
Back when?
When it was in the backyard of someone else's backyard. Even back then. 
There's no need to keep inserting that phrase.
No need. Certainly not when no one lived there anymore. Wasn't even overgrown. Parts and aspects were just not there leaving an emptiness as if the world didn't want to repossess any of it. Walked over the barrenness and filled it in with the debris in my head. She laid down with her in the blackness and gently coaxed her to speak the first image that held its breath just under the surface of the dark pool and she refrained from shaking her shoulders by racking her brain to fill in her silence to draw the face without a mouth without breath just under the surface of the dark pool. No need.

roll the eyes back the other way you know in the direction of her impatience no that's not it never was had a lot to do with being fed up but there is an infuriated state hung on the rods of lightning in the microwave where the aluminum foil and the light bulb copulate within the canopy bed of dripping electric seed and eggs.  Brow-beating something runny though the beard was certainly dry and crusty runny things they stop running brow-beaten by someone bloody even though uneven as a matter of fact as a matter of crushed spirit the last tooth is dead long live the broken front windows of the downcast.


- Max Stoltenberg