Friday, October 17, 2014


By Ziggy Fumar

Mother was infected last night. She's barely breathing…her molecules have lost their scent.

But I can see. It's funny. The lightness of It. The meaning. No more pretending. No more Other. Just me in the woods. And this plague.

At the bottom of a hill to climb. Before a gate to enter. In a cave to fantasize. Beside a whore to hold. And fondle. Outside. In the park. Within the woods. Fine. The air is crisp. Her molecules lose their taste. Now this.

Foul water. Pestilence. They took her away, staggering her molecules, deaf and mute. Within a word. Beyond the course. That war, a famine means nothing…To speak, we must find something to say…especially when we're speechless…where going home is running away…where love betrays a specific treason…the wilder we become.

One won't bury whatever one fails to bring low…Its vapors will rise …polluting nostrils everywhere…

1 comment:

  1. Howdy, from down Tejas-way. Why the lack of recent posts? I'm sitting here on a rainy Sunday afternoon (will a time-stamp show?), listening to Tom Wait's album Bone Machine, if you care to know. Now you know. Your work, the bits I've read, have left me empathetic. Maybe it's the work. Maybe it's how I want to feel. I dunno. Anyway... Chuck (I read elsewhere that wasn't your birth name), I hope you continue. I saw you published on Amazon. I'll check out your novels. Adios, dude!

    -Eldon Guerre Arsenaux

    "When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
    I don't wanna grow up
    Nothin' ever seems to turn out right
    I don't wanna grow up
    How do you move in a world of fog
    That's always changing things
    Makes me wish that I could be a dog
    When I see the price that you pay
    I don't wanna grow up
    I don't ever wanna be that way
    I don't wanna grow up
    Seems like folks turn into things
    that they'd never want
    The only thing to live for
    Is today...
    I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set
    I don't wanna grow up
    Open up the medicine chest
    And I don't wanna grow up
    I don't wanna have to shout it out
    I don't want my hair to fall out
    I don't wanna be filled with doubt
    I don't wanna be a good boy scout
    I don't wanna have to learn to count
    I don't wanna have the biggest amount
    I don't wanna grow up"