by Jason Thomas Kocher October 30th, 2008 - Poetry » Sporadical »
This is NOT your father’s Perry Como…
Did your father have a Perry Como?
So, you’re saying…oh…he didn’t…
…hmmmm…
Well…
You know what…I don’t think this IS a Perry Como…
…
…um…
…
NO! It IS a PERRY COMO!
It may not…um…
…it may not be…not YOUR father’s Perry Como…but…
…oh…god damn it…
I’m Thomas K…and I’m not
by Jason Thomas Kocher October 19th, 2008 - Poetry »
“The things of old that we once loved are not truly gone. They are for us to attempt and fail, forget and flail, our faults…a breath to something newly borne.”
by Jason Thomas Kocher October 10th, 2008 - Poetry »
Listening to Beirut
waltzing around the “Elephant Gun”
I think of something insensitively funny to say,
but instead bite my tongue.
Rachael…
…tonight…
…only true love.
Oh…
what has this music done?
by Jason Thomas Kocher October 7th, 2008 - Dream Diaries »
Thomas K’s Dream Diary – August 17th, 2008
All the senses are all at once dominated by a terrible, stinking and gritty heat that shines and slimes through what was once thought to be the firmly secured windows of the mind. In competition with one another, your sight, hearing, smell, and taste swim against the current of your thoughts through a brightly brown, sickly fog from under which you eventually come up for air…an air that, though less noticeably, is still thoroughly tainted with much the same quality.
From out the blur of a gasoline haze…
An uncertain mix of loiterer and uncommitted customer, I am seated in the front of a Dunkin’ Donuts that one can enter from our time, but which, in fact, exists in something very much like the 1970’s…with diner booths framing the walls of the room like [...]
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