Status Updates From Screams from the Balcony

“Falling in love with the color yellow. Wondering all the easy things. Comparing the sun to a lemon. Yes, yes. Words cutting into paper like flowers, like swords, like screams, like paint.”

“It’s good though, to be alone again, near the typewriter and Camus, the sun and the sound of things flowing together. It’ll work, and easily, our luck is strong. Health and love to you.”

“I felt you, the sound and realness of you, myself directing the arrow, the heart, the crooked music of what was left.”

“Tiny hands, sea-blue eyes, she breaks me and breaks me as I peer at her out of my evil face.”

“Old songs like bats in the dark kissing my nose.”

“Strike for freedom of time to have a look around. They have caught me.”

“There are days of too much of the same and in the whole human mass not an eye or a face or a voice or a sound. Only a frog under a bush.”

“Style is a good tool to tell what you have to say but when you no longer have anything to say—“

“America is in the Heart. America is in the factories. America is in the streets, hustling shines and newspapers, climbing down through skylights to the mother-blossom of the safes.”

“we are confused. we don’t stick together. Hemingway shotgun. Chatterton rat poison. Pascal’s last bath. we all of us ache and are incomplete forever. no victory. another night’s sleep, if you can sleep.”