Nashville International Airport Bartender's Log: MLA Convention

up the pars on Miller Light
liquor rep Monday AM
Jules sick
new happy hour prices

Aren’t you relieved at the reprieve you receive
from meaning extracted from
language. morphine laced dark chocolate
puzzle pieces
that you don't just eat with your mind
saliva, teeth, tongue and boot.

Nestled in the sub collarbone depression
of the second lady that day
to claim the name Dolly,
was the ghost/spirit of Billy “Crash” Craddock,
not possessing full agency,
but able to meddle somewhat
with what
this second Dolly could/couldn’t say,
which manifested in childhood as acute loneliness and confusion
but was later diagnosed as a
mild form of Tourettes.

down a dishwasher

PM
fruit flies!

clean the fucking sinks

commemorating the day my wife lost faith in humanity but gained it back somewhat thanks to Amanda Palmer

in Phaedo,
one of ‘em says: Do we believe that there is such a thing as death?
Is this anything but the separation of the soul and body?

unplug the machine.
body--drag,
mud-bound baggage
constrict
my imprint. dump
the heavy,
soul--like
a ton of water,
conversion has me thinking
in nouns
of
the nothing
before