Automatic Writing

Automatic Writing - It's an exercise of the subconscious. Pretty? Organized? Clear? Grammatically correct? No, it's not suppose to be anything except a collection of the rapid images and connections that your mind makes. 10 minutes of non-stop writing. I've done about 20 of these & found only this one that didn't have some weird personal things in them. Scary, dark, strange, unknown personal things. Talk about catharsis.

a feather duster like a white, dirty, feral cat. dead in the middle of the street, beaten to a furry pulp by a large man with a black spaghetti bears and tumbleweed hair. holding a sideways lexicon of pencils in his mouth. in his mouth wet, snail drool like dog drool sawmill tongue tongue tongue tongue like a witches hat skewed at the beginning at curling like toes in orgasm eyes squished tight, folds of flesh making stringy spheres for eye sockets wall sockets look like surprised Disney Alice In Wonderland cards with spade and heart heads pumping blood into backwards music boxes. Spinning jagged rusty metal ballerina. A ballet of decay and nostalgia. The music tinkling like freeway bumps. freeway bumps like freeway bumps pimples asphalt pimples cherries on stems orbit around each other like eyeballs touching. A cricket scurries away from a spider blooming out of a wooden hole in a garage that’s hotter than a dirty kitchen but the cricket makes it’s way to a lazy cat who does nothing. I saw my dog eat a tomato bug once. the juice dripped out of his mouth and when he went to lick it up he left a wet spot on the concrete the color of mud and it was in the shape of a tyrannosaurs rex in a cage. in a cage. a cage is like a cellular phone. cellular phone put into the head an antenna sticking out like Alfalfa from the little rascals who had freckles that looked like meatballs on spaghetti spaghetti spaghetti was diarrhea on a plate chili over hotdogs at a baseball game where the players run like animatronics from a distance and their smells of alcohol and fake cheese and American spirit. The spacebar on the keyboard feels like the underside of a breast that’s dry. dry dry dry dry dry dry dry dry there’s a shade of black that appears when I close my eyes that looks like a desert sun eclipse and my pants are lined like planets in orbit. A snail looks like a USB cord. The inside of a video game cartridge from the 80s reminds me of a cardboard invention of Calvin. Calvin …snowmen wait In hopes of rain, to melt into brothers. Snowmen with crooked arms that wave hello like broken bones. the white in their faces never matching the white on the ground. ground on the ground the ground on the ground underground worms have no eyes, no nose, no faces, no holes, but they hump through soft dirt in straight lines like jellyfish of mud. mud. mud. mud. He lost weight for the role and looks like my father if my father was dead and walking around. Hardwood floor cuts at my feet, making my toes bleed like that time I dropped a cement block on my big toe and my nail came off, turned black and fell away into the grass. My thumb toe without a nail looked like rough bologna and felt like a clump of matted hair, like on a rabid dog that once bit my brother’s leg like a shark bite.