iSpy On Myself

I’ve tried countless webcam and surveillance softwares. This one was called iSpy, an open...

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For The Boy

Sitting on an expensive chair, bare feet not touching the floor, feeling like the little boy I am and always will be, even after I’m gone. There will be no man gone. Only The Boy. That is what my mother called me....

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“Games Women Play” (1970) (Sanitized)

A long time ago, an a Usenet far, far away, I downloaded a shit-ton of porn from the so-called “golden age” of the 1970s and 1980s. One of them turned out to be Games Women Play, a 1970 film which includes an...

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Ceiling Fan and Windows

Like the woman I am seeing now she did not want me taking pictures of her. Worse would have been pictures of us together. I played by the rules because I wanted her to be my rule, for us to be each other’s rule. So this is...

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No Singletons at The Vessel

A new rule at The Vessel, the shawarma-like monstrosity at Hudson Yards, is simple: No singletons allowed. Analysis of a string of suicides that occurred at The Vessel revealed one common trait. All those who jumped arrived at...

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Missing

Temptations guide me toward thinking we had something. Did I let the real thing get away? Did we have some magic that kept me engaged? Have I erased from memory our mutual conclusions that a long and lasting future together...

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Today’s Good Deed

I found someone’s New York State drivers license about a ½ hour ago, sitting in plain sight on a sidewalk outside a house. Someone emerged from the house. I held up the license and asked if it was his, or that of anyone he...

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Walked the Walk. Wasted the Way.

I walked the complete length of Queens Boulevard, from where it begins (or ends, depending on your outlook) at… where does it begin, anyway? I looked to Google maps for clarity but, as so often happens with that resource,...

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Poem For A Twenty Dollar Bill

She said cinnamon knocked on your door all through the night, unable to listen for your visitor. You never answered, we think because crimes of seclusion will reckon your ability to mimic the billiard balls you so enjoyed...

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Found This Old Mendelssohn Recording

Cleaning up the desktop, all kinds of rubble sitting in front of me all this time. Not a masterful performance but it’s not a piece that benefits from mastery. Or is it? I don’t even know.

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Poem For An Open Window

She could not remember punch lines after setups went awry. Dollar bills crumpled with newsprint and saliva interconnected by non-functioning incubators. Slammed between Atlantic Avenue and an unknown cliff my steepness...

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From the Sky

Startling moment earlier today. Writing it up now before I forget it ever happened. 10am. Ambling along on my first of what would be four daily constitutionals. Wide sidewalk. Overcast skies. No concerns. An object lands on the...

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Sit Still

I woke up thinking I should spend this day writing. Typing. Stringing words together in effluvious wellsprings of vapid array. Looking out the window I see a young woman walking her dog. Another person of (from this distance)...

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Found Somebody’s iPhone

A few weeks ago I spotted an odd-looking shiny object on a sidewalk on 28th Street, by the basketball courts at the Dutch Kills Playgrounds just north of 36th Avenue. It was an iPhone, but the way it had landed on the sidewalk,...

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Tower Records

Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2012 17:40:27 -0500 (EST) From: mark thomas To: *** Subject: Re: [Contact] hi, *** Oh, yeah, I think I remember TO. He was the drummer? The problem I had with re-connecting with the Tower folks is that I never...

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June 24, 2009

Wednesday, June 24, 2009 12:02:52 PM I should think this is funny but I do not. I was just thinking this AM how nice it is that I can turn this PC off and turn it on again in the morning without having to wait 25 minutes for it...

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New york

Almost felt like New York today. Against the 80 quadrillion chance against whatever odds i crossed paths with a payphone artist. We made plans for Wednesday.  Rando connected 

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July, 2009.

She crawled into bed with me, naked, refusing to let me kiss or touch her, calling me a creep for having these thoughts. She left bed and went to the kitchen. I followed her standing but not fully exited from the bed, as if the...

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We Had Mutual Friends. I Cannot Remember Who.

Took me way longer than it should have to remember who this archived text message was from. “Thx again for a nice time:). Maybe when we are less under influence, we can continue working on some music together. That was...

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Aawwwwww

What does a man like me need in a circumstance such as this? One word: ASSURANCES. Thumbs up! From 2007, a seeming lifetime ago. Lifetimago.

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Five Men Sunning Themselves in Central Park

everybody squanders pasts, everybody, listless gradations and humblings, tirelessly diurnal ramblings, chomping of apples, stirring of laundry, idling of vehicles, spraying of radio, flat chesting of the elderly man bragging...

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Untitled

HEAD CREAMED UNDER GRILLED HONEY . FLAMBÉ JAZZ BRUSSELS PANTS ASUNDER FRESH THUGS OF DISDAIN SELF-LOATHING PICKING MORALITY PUNS SQUASHED UNDER COFFEE AND VICE . ON CRUXES OF GHOSTS I LUMBERED, A PHANTOM THROUGH THE MOMENTS OF...

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Email. January, 2001.

it’s good to see new stuff from you, a.k.a. man-who-is-responsible-for-the-phrase-‘crazier-than-you’-being-stuck-in-vari ous- nooks-and-cranies-of-my-head-for-the-past-half-year-and-turning-up-when-i’d-...

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