Just Like Old Times Tuesday and Wednesday, I experimented on myself. Now, no more cuboid thoughts and I’m sleeping faster than ever. Thanks to the molecule splitters, I just had to replace the blood on the left side of my body, so it only took half the time. Sure, it was expensive, but you can […]
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Sweet Thing and Scooter by Brad Rose
Like a circus clown at an action-packed funeral, I struggle to put on my selfie mask. All morning, I’ve been trying to trick the algorithms into playing something a little less swashbuckling, a little more humane— like Gollywog’s Cakewalk. Naturally, the Artificial Intelligence would like to think like everybody else, but it’s become all too […]
Insect by Brad Rose
The police sketch artist says I haven’t changed a bit. Like Western civilization since 1500, I’m still not that entertaining, but thanks to my electronic tan, my digital clothes envy me. If you discount their continuous spam, their spark isn’t as bad as their light. Sometimes, I see people and they look crisp and clear, […]
Two Poems by Brad Rose
Exit Row This time, they’re sending me in a real ambulance. I may have short legs, but I’ve got a tall head. Normally, I try to limit my time in crowds, but I like to be everywhere at once. Some people say I’m just wasting my time. It makes me feel tingly. Thanks to my […]
Who Could Ask for More? by Brad Rose
Just tuned-up my flamethrower, otherwise it wouldn’t be a fair fight. God knows, it’s not easy working in the service sector. Pretty soon, I’m going to reverse my polarities, too. Shake things up a little. Have you ever wondered what’s under all those islands? They look like they’ve lost a lot of weight. If you […]
Land of the Free by Brad Rose
I’m in the park. I’m light enough to float. My brain is stronger on the right side. What does it matter where my ideas come from? Is there ever only one thing at a time going on in your mind? I can see the latest birds, now. They look like bullets shooting from those trees. […]
Disguise by Brad Rose
I stopped at a Mobile mini-mart, and bought some gas and groceries. You can buy hair dye in a mini-mart, change your hair color in the bathroom, if you need to. Sometimes, I hear the deep blue wire of the sky, hissing. Even at night, when the clouds crawl on their soft knees through the […]
Ants by Brad Rose
Tiny feet scurry toward the tunnels of home. Like motorists crying and driving. The sky is asleep, the day hourless. If they could speak, I’m sure they would ask, “Where are all the bachelorettes?” but they’re carrying little boulders in their jaws, the way a lion carries an impala by its broken neck. I wish […]