the wreck of goodwill
the wreck of goodwill every dime counted seemed to count itself but the pennies were the trouble spot and the cost of all goodwill. – Zumwalt (1998)
Archive for the ‘1990s’ Category
Event Horizon
Event Horizon the moment has arrived the moment is over – Zumwalt (1998)
The relay
The relay I know I must, but how, I ask; I must understand that of which to ponder. Action waits for thought, and thought seems far away; action is distrusting. Is it this or that; how does this impact that, how does that get impacted? Action’s fate depends on thought; if thought runs too far [...]
what soul is not besieged
what soul is not besieged what soul is not besieged by rotten eggs and soft tomatoes by answers unreturned and questions unsent by minutes that make up hours and hours that tear down the day what mind is not put upon and once put upon cast off into a corner what body [...]
when winning is not enough
when winning is not enough he like a stunned animal holds the fragrant unclothed stranger this remnant of the victory of last night. she is half asleep tenderly young sweet and so totally a stranger. he feels like another empty episode has escaped into the ozone layer. There is not even anything to gnaw on. [...]
The Sassoon Collection: i. Everyone sang while I fell asleep
The Sassoon Collection i. Everyone sang while I fell asleep voices wailing around the house thud of feet and slam of doors everyone singing only the clocks wind down around this small room no sense of the hour crowded with lemonade breath high-pitched voices like hounds in pain as clouds hover over my eyes fighting [...]
carried away
carried away i now cannot say that this is not what i cannot say i keep quiet carefully counting out the contrast of continuous quietness. – Zumwalt (06/1991)
there’s no drought about it
there’s no drought about it the fountain shouts with an overwhelming bout of color-lit water in a passionate fit of fashion it pours out its inner most need neither avarice nor greed simply the seed of a self-centered flower. the thundercloud booms taking up more room in an overcrowded encounter its war-torn form pours out [...]
What am I
What am I but a commercial painter making the same strokes over and over on black velvet nap always charging the same prices always settling for less I know you, too, paint the same pictures over and over that’s how I can sell you mine. – Zumwalt (1991)
In contest with a hippopotamus
In contest with a hippopotamus me and the hippo race to lose weight at such a frantic yet erratic pace me and the frutifly vie to try to not age to postpone the next stage to delay each and every turn of every single page Hey babe! What? I’m staying away from the eggs. And [...]
propulsive retraction
propulsive retraction because he retreats she goes after now convinced that he is more than worthy of her and when he approaches she retreats certain that she would be accepting less than what she can get she is unaware of how she is pulled and pushed back and forth like moonlit tide of some California [...]
idioverse
idioverse jack be nimble jack be quick but man, the fates cry like babies in soiled diapers, don’t try to be jack – it might stick. -zumwalt (1990)
anchor’s away!
I want her to throw away the anchor. She wants me to go overboard with it. -zumwalt (1991)
the analysis of falling
the analysis of falling when going down it pays to plan ahead and calculate the moment of impact if there is going to be one at all. It is not so good to remember how it started or to speculate on how to stop. the best thing to do is enjoy it. and if you [...]
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