http://slow.writerscafe.org/SerealKisser The original writings of author Nobody. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028551 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 mind clawfinds purchase in the love mud recidivisttendencies hijack flight toenlightenment ears obsesson mysterious noises eyes identifysuspicious patterns in everything they scan  masked passionquivers inside a rabid mouth another.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1121201/ mind clawfinds purchase in the love mud sifting piratedremnantsfigure andfiddle with shaky variablesuntil blueturns to black mathleaves a sucking wound(a sleepy cigaretteburn in a Confirmation gown) mostlikelytruthwould rather re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1121197/ mind clawfinds purchase in the love mud trappedbehind a bloodshot promise to be cordial complaintslocked ineveryappliance in my head on highclutterand clattergreat recipefor a fire(perhapsI’ll burn down/perhaps I’ll burn up) &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1121187/ mind clawfinds purchase in the love mud dredgescabby bottoms of brackish spiritraise askeletal corpse  (toast tofilth forgotten) familiarface whose name has rotted awaydrink an Emptymoment from a metaphysical shot glass   n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1121186/ metaphysical poems. all written just after a few hours of meditation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1121185/ seeklightningin a darkenedcorridor  laughmyself soberwithsticky drunk womenwhose names have all meltedinto alazily spinning Susan screamwith a scrumof voltaicpigeons trying tolullthe bodyhate  bobbloodied auras.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1119951/  bvobiomechanical vociferous ontogeny  (taka-taka-taka-taka-taka!) roar awinged midnightwithspastic tactile membersJulys cross-dressedin Decemberswords wovenof blessed madness spew turpentinehowlsinto fierydarkness .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1119891/ Xgo find your deep mountaintopingest your neon dreamscarve the storm clouds into yourcathedral I shall remain plantedin the lowly valleychewing thoughts into syllablessyllables into dreamsdreams into Nothings spitting colored Voi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1117493/ above: voice of windbelow: strum of wheels on stonewithin: thumping pulse an awkward songlike a duck with no feet forehead pressed to a lonesome windowthere was a red car bleeding smoky memoriesI did not know the make or modelbut I understood the pain so well the red car was therethen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1116198/ innocent hello/naked moment of wild lust (!)must possess the pretty pain/must ingest the tangy carrion(!) sudden warm jolt cracks serene ice:skeptical nosebleed: your tissue paper blue eyes understand too well straightforward symptom of sideways sorts my malfunctioning mysti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1116197/ We’ll sit in the living room smoking pot and eating Funyuns.I’ll suggest mutual damnation without speaking; just a glare and a slur. We'll be watching Honey Boo Boo on mute. You’llsay something about the past that sounds profound, but means nothing, and I’lllaugh becaus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1077525/ on smooth center of shaky momentdances angelic tragedy,singing shapeless howl;bleeding viral emotion her new winter has a defOrmity; a quiet slope of soulthat nobody pretends to noticeand somebody dreams abouthabitually she’s correct when she screams,but I forget about correctne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1076869/ If I were to seek truth without bias or belief system; if I were able to set aside my racial identity, learned prejudices, gender biases, religious beliefs, political affiliations, familial traditions and teachings, socio-economic status, public educational programming, shared generational assumptio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1076493/  (!ding!)sugary lights!bright snaking hues of dull brea(king) news has broken free.s/he’s tearing god eyes from devil ewes,using the sound wave like an unsound whipto flip gold coin heads on their brain dead tales,nailing pure truth to a crossbred lie.n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1069733/ I like to argue.  Today, I told an apple that, secretly, I was an orange so she’d digright through my sweetness, and test my bitter seeds. Of course, when she beganchewing my philosophy, it tickled, I laughed and she left sour. It was probablybetter that way. The truth is th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1060470/ hungry enoughto be eaten,peachy pain howlsicy bruisesthrough spotless salmon lips egg-eyed angst roars a longhairedpock marked soul hymnfrom a crew cutbaby faced cadaver remnants of remnants self-masticated crumbsof a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1054350/ your hatredwears old school shades,and waltzeswith shadows, but I seehim peeping throughyour keyholepupils,I hear hissinister laughter on theedges of your honeyedvoice. we metonce, in a colddark chamberwher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1054196/ "if you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything" Mark Twain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1051342/ just met a friendlycreep at the coffee shop. he speaks, and space bends.we tumble from here to theretoo quickly to be secure. how did I land in this troublingly comfortable chair? he says he can help me,but I never trust an unsolicited.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1049629/ my dancingdreamhad achoking nightmare. onepinkish morning,she sharedher fresh painover stalecoffee: something neuroticaboutscreamingpsychedelicchildrendrowning inmonochromepuddles ofgreed. I want tohelp hercha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1049571/ just a thought that grew legs as I wrote itdown http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1047053/ in this scary dream,there’sthis faceless monsterchasing methrough a dark song I used toknow  a love songyou once sangto meuntil Icried a you thatused to sing a me thatused to cry who needsnightmareswith.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1046106/ when shooting lastnight's stars become today's shooting pains http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1046079/ earlier today,I mentioned to a turtleneck peacockat the McDonalds on 47ththat I liked the smellof her perfume. she looked at me like an ER doctorlooks at a sucking chest wound. lately, I think that because of my brash nature,sometimes,my compliments sound li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1035881/ Zen Bob Way electric high lost up heredangerously happycan’t discern betweenexplosions and bloomsnectar and napalm death and slumber in the dirt belowdemonic goats and angelic sheepmingle into one lovely amoebic blobof color in congressional fluxlik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1024791/ Are we beyond repair?We hid little baggies of sunshine in our waistbands to blind the assassin memories that returned every night to filet away a bit more of our humanity. Seemed like the music in my belly had shriveled and died. An immaculate miscarriage. The hemorrhage was ceaseless. S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1024201/ Cigarettes Took the old steel donkey down to that awkward yellow market on 5th ave.All I wanted was a pack of cigarettes. There was an oversized plaid tragedy screaming moral asteroids at mefrom the cursed corner of 3rd and Purgatory. She had hair like a dumpster fire, skin lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1022561/ revival on starless nights,unfulfilled,I scream fire,dance the wild tempest,spit jumping jack lyrics into icy dead air. paint your battle sneerwith my nightmares,sharpen your devil-tongueagainst my quivering fear,pound your gunshot rhythmsinto my sleepy  gu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1022061/ full fury. bare scene.fiery gold pierces green. half-cured mind disease.sunlight through pine trees. new dreams through old mesh.re-fouled. refreshed.  ingested. enjoyed. reborn. destroyed. post-coital sleep.hot dust on cold cheek. hope flutte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1021490/ roly-polypoli TICKTICKTICK:[tense up!]dull prick:             unfeeling. unfelt.                         q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1021488/ platonic prosthesis  stand on the shadow line. stand where the fire sleeps.stand the way I showed you; like a battle-virgin soldierwho’s legs yield no promise of being there tomorrow.but remember, the light will always return. the light never fails. even if your eyes refuse to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1021453/ Is it raining where you live? Are there mud puddles forming in the potholes of your smile? Here, I can’t tell which side of the window pane the water is on. Nobody I know understands my poetry. My soul is a lost foreigner drowning in his own lack of mutual communication. I miss that tiny scar .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1021023/ I swim fire with youinto the foul grey shiver of night. We’ve been beaten into shardsby this non-stop, pounding fear.But, there’re fancily dresseddemons gathering those shardsto turn them into fine powder.  Even beneath the cruel cowl of this relentless illn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1021018/ sunset when the pain had thickened into a toxic pudding,I crawled into my primer grey nightmareand slithered down to the abandoned beachto watch the wounded day-sky bleed to death. I can hardly remember the feeling now,but,I think it was Christmas. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1020992/ I’d just learned to ride a bike, but I didn't own one. I remember, then, the country had kinder eyes and softer hands. A pack of 3-legged dogs came by the house for food once or twice a week. I laughed because the silly mutts often fell over sideways while gobbling scraps from the plastic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1020935/ When we made love It was post-nuke Hiroshima Two outlined human figuresBlackened onto the concrete A Florida sidewalkWhere children used to playUntil one of themDisappeared forever Forever, in your blue eyes,Is a ten minute tripTo the slaughterhouse .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1018946/ A disproportionate soul in a Lily Pulitzer moo-moo hums an old country tune about catfish and blue jeans. A skeletal cat flows around a red brick corner like a lazy ghost. I drop a piece of excess hotdog bun as I walk by the pawnshop. A coyote howls. And, I wonder what twisted psychopath has strande.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1018934/ Whatever I choose to believe has been infiltrated by lies. Every lovely garden has snakes. The well dressed thugs you once called saints seem to grasp the intricacies of this new pain, but I never fully understand their jargon.  Yet, I refuse to vacate this rolling tabernacle. I know you&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1018861/ Night fell like a baby grand piano from a 12th story rooftop.Never heard the gunshot. But, the aftermath was grisly. Stood in the off-white doorway laughing at passing planets.Beautiful bodies bounding through magical light. Bad haircuts, chipped teeth, faded souls on tribal processio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1018500/ hands breaking a living sunset sing so red flowed down  milk caresshoney kiss my blind eyes seebut know you’re disappearing  drift on a drumbeatwing flutterorgasmic tremolo  strike long strum discreteslide smooth&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1017850/  died for a twitchy momentin your spotlight gazegreen fire lapping at my icy shores nobody knew I was deadexcept that one sequined vulturecircling the main ballroom she would’ve eaten my soulif your sacred, still voicehadn’t called me backfrom my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1017446/ at the center of every mighty light, is a tiny kernel of darkness,and, we, being the most curious of creatures,will stare into the light until we go blind;until our eyes explode into blooded flame,just to see that ugly little speck,smell that rotten infection,taste that sour pit,touch .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1017436/ the pain is awkward;like a hypothermic wavethat rolls from the red mouthof a cresting riverover the small town heartI’ve just rebuilt. need directions back to safety,but everyone is waving their handsand speaking in tongues. and, their eyes;the swarm of e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1008158/ surviving date night she told me everything,but the most beautiful truthswere eaten by my leftover anger.moonlit waves were smashinginto my capsized headlike a swarm of leather and knuckles.there was a strange mingleof stranger aromas on the wind:like vanilla, peppermint and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/1008140/ Vieux Carre Baptism last night, found my soulamidst wild whiskey exhalesand electric fire gods danced with a dreadlockedaftermath funkateeron a downtown balcony she peeled my onionand stirred my stewlike a Cajun witch fresh ju-ju to exorciseth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/985516/ IV EndThe words that were once the gravity of my existence have become wings that flap of their own accord. From learning to write to skyward flight, I roll onward, with no concern, but enlightenment; no fear, but that of ignorance. I have left the ruins of Never Was, and I am storming the gates o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/984457/ Nowhere isthe loveliest place on earth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/984456/ Chop and Screw! Tuck and tape! Dance like an earthworm on the frying pan. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/984449/ Chopping and stitching. Revision? Relapse? Return. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/984442/ my heart explodes withincautious joy at a trembling hand in the darkness savior or serpent?discernment is futile any water is good waterwhen you’re thirsty enough my tongue is scorched earth make it stopmake it rain either cur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SerealKisser/968519/