2 by nolan allan
Tall Yellow Bird
Tonight I finally get to see their bodies
impaled upon a lightning-struck cedar tree. Blindfolded, I mistake the luna moths tickling my penis for you and your guileless ministrations. I am a vine that is stroking your cheek, my eyelashes are stamens and pistil and your lips are bumblebees pollinating my face. I am going to major in Pokémon law so that when I’m older I can run for Congress and enact a political platform of Wartortle reform *groans echo from the stuttering crowd* Panopticon stoops whereby I finally deliver a sermon on the Mountie. Framed portraiture of a tall yellow bird surrounded by floating letters holographically projected from a Denny’s Grand Slam future. Catcalls culled from rambling men dressed for days of deep mourning. Wolves wearing t-shirts ft. 3 guys howling into an emoji translator. What are the chances that my life is just a part of a semi permanent performance art installation wherein it takes a lifetime to raise a village and to grow a lil kawaii bonsai forest that my nemesis subsequently cuts down using a even more lil set of kawaii chainsaws and horticulture tools. |
90 Degree Angles
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Krispy Kreme crowns lobbed into vats of pure pore oil. Freckles grow as big as half dollars in the Coca Cola American hued sunlight. Only those who sweat shall engender their reward (no pain no gain) I SMS texted my drug dealer to see if he had any rare earth metals for sale. I rub your skin with softened animal skin. The first bat to grow wings must have been pretty pleased with herself. An aluminum cloud swelled and burst, then left and crashed a much more obtuse party. I hunt rabbits and crouch in the tall grass and delicately arrange the organs in an aesthetically pleasing manner. We found her body near one of the elaborate phantom ship wrecks that dot the ocean floor like acne. |
NOLAN ALLAN's work has been published or is forthcoming in similar:peaks::, Keep This Bag Away From Children, TheNewerYork, and Noncanon Press. More of his words can be found here.
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