Michael Alesich

Sometimes a song appears over speaker
headphone, sung, or otherwise toned
perfect timing in your mind,
matching patterns smoothly flowing alongside thoughts
Ears direct the head to the perf…

The answer, a shock,
One slated to be fine,
not healthy but fine
One not let go in the mind,
Not wished goodbye at each visit.

Sarah was always the driver.
Her car.
Her rules.
Her gut clenching gear changes.
Her red bra on the seat that someone always handed to her as they sat down, that sat on her lap during the …

The white smooth hide holds the destructive power of the beast.
But a pin could drop in here and no one would notice,

Lifts climb ropes and slide down cables
Umbrellas snap open to accept any raindrops
Jackets curl themselves warmly against the wind.
Seats warm themselves with bums and bags.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

"Fuck you" is a love poem.
"Bastard" is endearment.

I couldn’t stand the coffee in town until ‘The Hedgehog’, the café nearby, hired Kwan to increase its floor staff from one to two, and now I can barely live without a good cup.

He makes it …

The metal barb releasing it’s black ink into the maze of colour,

He wasn’t your average everyday white goods person. He liked the batteries of machines twisting and rolling the peoples unmentionables.

You wake me with a sound,
a breath of vibration
A shake of an eardrum.
A pulse of the mind.

You ask of my feeling to leave this here mattress
I heave a sad sigh to explain a long tale …

I want to make a difference, It’s not too much to want and maybe it’s not too much to hope.

And this moment, this infinite second, I can see it all. Your life intertwined with mine with those threads randomly wrapping and weaving around each other.

The spikes slide out
Fanning from your back
Barbs hook inwards
Into yourself

...life will fuck around with your mind.
play like an antagonist
twist a knife right into your back
drag you forward with a carrot then
slap you silly with the stick.

...the world will…

I wake up one night and leave my lovers side to get a drink. I come upon a god sitting on a toothbrush in my bathroom.

Cross your heart, cut mine out.
Swear the heathen’s words,
Roll the tears right off your cheek,

Don’t look through old photos
You never know the memories
That will burn through the mind.

Liquid silver cracks rocks
Levers stones out of the way,
Floods the edges with its heat.

Di…

Sits out on the plains you know
Right beside the water
Light and sounds flash over top
The veins are by the river

Central dances the night apart
North and West do rest
East spreads up, …

The Incident – 40

+40 Days : 1 Hour :…