The storm brings a quiet mood to the city.
The wind is razor sharp like an ice cube that is hard.
The invisible man’s idea is to start spitting on people.
The storm brings a harvest energy into me.
I awoke on this day feeling like an awoken hairball of the same day.
The motorboat sleeps on the rocking water.
The graininess of the old whaling film is beautiful.
The motorboat likes the blood of human beings.
He looks at the worms directly with special eyes given to him by Satan.
The sun rose and allowed itself to bust in on the night.
The man stood up and jerked off even though he was in a movie about fueling barges.
The tongue moved around on the ground like a let-loose gas mask.
The man arrived at the haunted inn and demanded to have his dick sucked.
The hiccup left the mouth of the erased man’s face.
The stomach looked like a festivity of snakes.
The man squirmed around and around on the waterbed for what seemed like a millennium.
The crumpled newspaper let the wind slap its face.
The camel studied the movements of the afraid skeleton.
Zack Sternwalker lives and works in Philadelphia. He writes and draws, posting new drawings regularly at www.debutantehair.blogspot.com