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shock

The buses’ windshield was a wet foggy blur, kaleidoscopic my journey into night. I hadn’t slept for three days, but there was still an hour left before I arrived in Brooklyn. I was driving this church bus down what must have been the darkest stretch of road in all of New York City, you couldn’t even call it a city street, it was just a road. I heard a popping sound, and felt pieces of glass cut my shoulder. I couldn’t stop, but I couldn’t look away from the road for more an a microsecond. When I glanced over out of reflex, I thought the kaleidoscope lens jumped from the windshield to behind my eyes, because what I saw was abstract. Abstract in the way the Aztecs looked out at the ocean one day and something looked especially abstract about the sea. The Aztecs had no concept of a Spanish ship, so they did not even perceive it. It was the passenger seat that something had popped and shot at me. The lights were off inside the bus, and most everyone was asleep. I looked over again for a microsecond, the passenger was a young woman, teenager maybe. When I realized that one of her eyes were spilling out like a broken egg yoke I also realized my own shock was going to get everyone killed. She put a hand-mirror up to her face, something made it violently shatter, a piece of the glass pierced her left eye. A pickup artist once told me to always look a woman in her left eye, he said the left eye was the gateway to the soul. He was right. What haunts me to this day is she didn’t make a sound, the only sound was that pop. I don’t know how it even happened. I pulled over the bus as soon as possible, and the rain hit all around us in this calm, womb-like way, nestling us. I just sat there, nobody knew what had happened. One person woke up and looked straight into my rear view mirror, and when I looked back at him he knew that silently I was asking him for help. The guy looked like my Dad, i mean, he didn’t look just like my Dad, but, his eyes did. I padded my bleeding shoulder, my cut was nothing. I couldn’t look at her. What the fuck happened. She was seating right next to the door too, if I wanted to run away from this moment I’d have to get closer to it. I wanted to go to the back of the bus and sit next to the man who looked like my Dad and cry while he held me by my adrenaline soaked shoulders. But that didn’t happen. I knew I had to get up and say something. ‘There’s been an accident.’, Was what I was going to say. But the scariest part was, I didn’t want to wake everyone. Except for the one guy, everybody was asleep. I wanted to let them sleep. I wanted to be the only one who saw it. I wanted to go back and say, “Dad, I don’t know what happened.” With the most profoundly lost and horrifically confused voice. I got up to say what needed to be said, to everyone. I started out with, “Folks, excuse me, folks.” God help me. I didn’t know what to say next, there was no explaining what happened, I didn’t even know what happened. The truth is, I tried to say the next words, whatever they were, and everyone was waking up real slowly. I was choking and my mouth was piercingly dry, the way it gets when you’re about to cry or something. When I got everyone’s eyes on me, tears rolled down my face and I said through my teeth and now wet lips, “This woman has been hurt.” Then I got a brilliant idea that only came to me at that very moment. “Is anyone here a doctor?” I said, with my hands up in a plea for help. The guy who looked like my Dad stood up. He walked through the aisle and put some glasses on as he stepped passed me. He was about to kneel down to the woman to check her pulse maybe, but when he got a look at her eye, he squinted his, and his glasses enlarged the look he had, increased it for everyone. But only I was looking, and suddenly he didn’t look like my Dad anymore. He looked at me with a face that can only be described as desperate. “What happened?” He said breathlessly. “I don’t know.” I said, and started crying as hard as the rain was. “I don’t know.”

I don’t think I ever will.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 04.25.2017 @ 8:23 pm

deity

God almighty smite that ignorant asshole in apartment 3. I left him my key for emergencies, and you know what happens, I come home one night and there he is, sitting in my chair, with my face on, watching MY tv.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 06.22.2016 @ 9:23 am

accused

I knew that anything I said would only be used to prove my lack of humanity. The deepest and truest song in my heart would only breathe more heat into the fire.
Once you’ve been labeled non-human, everything you say is only a mechanical imitation of the humanity of others. There’s only two things I can do now to prove what I am: I can let them see me bleed, lay down and die, that’s what they want… Or, I can take up arms against them, outsmart and outwit them at every turn. Crush their pride and show them that everything they know is a lie, and when they see in their heart of hearts the works that I have done, they will break, they will be the ones who want to die… And when they are begging at my feet, I’ll show them the mercy they could never show me.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 03.30.2016 @ 2:08 pm

triplets

the sun went down with them, taken away, all of it gone, i only wish i could have understood what happened, saw the patterns for what they were like a dots to connect. have it all spelled out so i could understand

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 12.07.2015 @ 10:54 pm

corrosive

As I eat away at the young lady she tasted like battery acid. Why. Why. Why. I don’t know why. I watch jewish holocaust movies then I cry.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 07.07.2015 @ 10:57 pm

candid

Carl, grab the radiator and throw it in the trunk with the battery and the ham sandwiches. Tonight I’m going to make you come over and over and over until you bust down the middle. Doesn’t that sound fun Carl? Doesn’t that sound swell?

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 05.21.2015 @ 5:31 am

transition

… Holding a tranny’s hand on the subway. Eating an orange Popsicle while the air is hot like waves coming up like animal heat in waves and wiggles. Prodding, poking, provoking and soaking me clear and completely. …

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 03.21.2015 @ 11:29 am

Holding a tranny’s hand on the subway. Eating an orange Popsicle while the air is hot like waves coming up like animal heat in waves and wiggles. Prodding, poking, provoking and soaking me clear and completelyA.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 03.21.2015 @ 11:27 am

audience

You like me, you really like me!

What a fucking cunt. I hear the words on the tippy-tip of her powdered lips.

Yes, we like you. We didn’t choose to.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 02.25.2015 @ 1:52 pm

harness

TIGHTER THAN YOU WANATED BUT GOOD ENOUG TO HOLD FOR SURE, FOR SURE. iF HEY TOLD ME HOW MUCH IT WOULD HURT, i WOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT, BUT JUST BECAUSE YOU SHOULDN’T DO SOMETHING, DOESN’T MEAN IT ISN’T WORTH IT. aND BELIEVE YOU ME, THIS, IS A ONCE IN A LIFTETIME CHANCE BUDDY, THIS IS THE END, THIS IS THE BEGINNING, THIS IS….

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 02.20.2015 @ 9:16 pm

falcon

A shadow circled me in the sun the way a vulture does. When I looked up, the sun burned the whole picture into my eyes and I could see it. A falcon white and blue like winter or sky. I couldn’t see the picture anymore so I opened my eyes. The shadow was gone, but I never saw the falcon fly away.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 02.18.2015 @ 4:02 pm

wealth

Money can get you women, get you things, wine, bourbon, whiskey, gin, tequila, vodka… Money can get you many things.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 02.13.2015 @ 8:54 am

eleven

When the little hand strained to rise, and the moon shined and the dogs howled, we made no sound.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 11.18.2014 @ 4:51 pm

gazing

In the third row, slightly off to the right, he was
there again. Every performance, he was there,
watching her. He brought her roses the first night,
along with a pomegranate, which he assured her
was an old theater tradition, pomegranate for the
new leading lady. He was small, kind, and always
exceptionally polite. You could tell that his feet
hadn’t once strayed from the proper path. This is
what freighted Audrey the most, his do-gooding.
Audrey was terrified by all sorts of do-gooders,
she did not trust them. She much preferred selfish
people, they were far more direct, and didn’t have
to be pressed for honesty. In fact, the quality Audrey admired most in any person, was the acceptance of one’s own irrepressible rascality. Audrey’s parents were both complete rascals, and she loved them intensely. She truly feared anyone who did not see the wicked gleam in their own eye. This boy with the roses and the pomegranate had no wicked gleam. His eyes were like holes in the world.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 08.03.2014 @ 1:35 pm

In the third row, slightly off to the right, he was

there again. Every performance, he was there,

watching her. He brought her roses the first night,

along with a pomegranate, which he assured her

was an old theater tradition, pomegranate for the

new leading lady. He was small, kind, and always

exceptionally polite. You could tell that his feet

hadn’t once strayed from the proper path. This is

what freighted Audrey the most, his do-gooding.

Audrey was terrified by all sorts of do-gooders,

she did not trust them. She much preferred selfish

people, they were far more direct, and didn’t have

to be pressed for honesty. The quality Audrey

admired most in any person, was the acceptance

of one’s own irrepressible rascality. Audreys

parents were both complete rascals, and she

loved them intensely. She truly feared anyone

who did not see a wicked gleam in their own eye.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 08.03.2014 @ 1:27 pm

support

The shattered planks kept me floating at the surface. The skin on my shoulders was all gone now.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 03.28.2014 @ 9:43 pm

gold

All my daughters tend to wear blue on rainy saturdays, jumping and grinding in the west end of town. The food around here is dangerous, your wallet won’t make it, believe me.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 03.26.2014 @ 4:38 pm

prophet

Mask man how do you keep the sun off your eyes? The holes in your mask are large and cracking open wider. I’ve never seen your pupils so far, not any day we’ve come here have I seen the whites of your eyes.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 03.16.2014 @ 1:07 pm

deranged

MY ENTRY IS THE MOST DERANGED OF ALL. FUCK ALL OF YOU.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 03.10.2014 @ 10:21 pm

Fuck you and your goddamn child. I never wanted you in this house. Whores and beggars and drunks and meth addicts, yes, but you, you can’t even find a god damn watch to save your life. What time is it? What time is it Lydia? That’s what I thought, you cod boiling disgusting wench.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 03.10.2014 @ 10:13 pm

handsome

Boy aren’t you handsome. Sly and grinny. time has no assurance for this handsomeness i do know/. Have you got a light? I know i know, I should quit, smoking sucks out the oxygen from your face and all that. Just one or two in the evening. I wait till then, and boy, goddamn I feel like I’m on the moon. It’s a feeling alright/ The other drugs are too saucy for me, tobacco is nice and smooth, like a friend you don’t mind spending the whole day with/ Trapped in a room with, a cell, or a desert. Can’t find a light most of the time though, with them always running out and such, I don’t ever remember to buy some, but that’s alright, I got friends who got a generous memory, a heaping more than i ever got.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 03.09.2014 @ 10:35 am

emperor

I have no king. This is no village. Peasants and villains and knaves are we. Call me a another name if you will, I have but one. Read the stones, you’ll find my name.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 02.23.2014 @ 5:32 pm

pruned

the sin only made my skin tougher. the sky only made my eyes brighter. Joseph carried the water, and I carried him. The only way out of this country is through the desert, but no one ever makes it out. Can I be the one who breaks this curse, or am I only drying out like the rest.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 02.21.2014 @ 12:36 pm

striped

pajamas, and the smell of chestnuts, a boy in his element, but what kind of way was he going. Only the boy has his own knowing. We made it far enough to read the son’s tombstone, but not close enough to the shrieking woman.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 02.19.2014 @ 9:43 pm

disappear

Swindling your loneliness, I am the center of the game. Pinkerton’s have dull jobs and you make sunshine stain. Between the fact of in and out, only do I find you in my mouth.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 02.12.2014 @ 8:08 pm

spiral

the steep staircase. Brings me fear, the stalker is beyond my shoulder. If I make it out of here alive, I will be a simple gardener, and man of the earth. It didn’t take long for that fantasy to be as it is. Nearly to the bottom, i could smell him behind me. Terror is like gravity, the pull is real.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 02.11.2014 @ 2:09 pm

third

George Washington’s cock was not only made of gold, it was made of the stuff of legends, which admittedly, a cock of gold sounds legendary already, but this one sailed across the Delaware with a burning sword in hand, and his golden cock. Any man who challenged him soon found that even time stood still, for George Washington.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 02.07.2014 @ 11:19 am

orphans

jack was only made of the toughest skin and sinews god could give him. Chocked full of grit, must, and curiosity, there was only one direction the wind could take him. Gay ville.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 02.07.2014 @ 11:13 am

Maybe it was the lack of string in my buttons, or the abundance of frost in my skin, that brought me to the only fruitstand in santa monica. the apples were grown in packistan.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 02.07.2014 @ 11:08 am

exactly

You got exactly what you wanted. I know you know. I’ll say this as nice as I can, and you know that about it me. But you don’t know exactly what I say, as nice as I can.

» Posted By Daniel Damian On 01.01.2014 @ 9:11 pm

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