“Hey, BUDDY!” “Yeh?” “You wanna turn that down?” “You wanna eat the cheese from beneath my foreskin?” “You wanna suck on my fist, motherfucker?” “You wanna chew the hairs around my asshole?” “I’m gonna whoop you good, pretty-boy!” “You better! ‘Cause if you don’t, I’m gonna come up there and floss my teeth with your… Continue reading psychopomp: my testicles are not for your perusal
Author: Psychopomp
psychopomp: Gone
G O N EBy James WallAs an original experience, Melbourne will soak into you and make you feel as though you are stepping from the bus, the train, the plane, into a sort of post-Orwellian wet dream. People will tell you it’s a city, but really it’s just a town trying to be a city,… Continue reading psychopomp: Gone
psychopomp: Decline
Harry locked the door to his apartment at 10:34pm in the night. At 10:36pm in the night he was at the bottom of the stairs, standing in the building lobby. He stood there for a while. Two old men were slumped in tattered armchairs in front of a flickering black and white television. No sound,… Continue reading psychopomp: Decline
A Love Letter
My Sweet, Although we have met, I could think of no other way than to properly introduce myself through the means of this letter. Most certainly you recognise me, as I do you. In fact, sometimes I feel as though I could recognise you through touch alone, I have memorised your features so well. I… Continue reading A Love Letter
Folly
So there was this writing competition that I had heard about somewhere. Apparently you do a good enough job and they give you a thousand bucks. I sat there, thinking “Okay”. It always felt a little disassociative to me, writing out of necessity and not passion. But my pockets were empty and my belly was… Continue reading Folly
Particles
I made it a thing that at 5:20 to 6:00 in the afternoon I would hang around at the clump of postboxes on the corner of Collins and Elizabeth Streets in the city. There weren’t any seats but that was okay, and at 5:20pm generally you’d find me there leaning up against a pillar watching… Continue reading Particles
Psychopomp: The Mediocre Heist
I hit the ground running, with them right on my tail. Fuck it, I thought fleetingly, another botched job. I tore out of the alleyway, skidding on the slick pavement as I rounded the corner and kept moving on up the street. They were screaming at me, what I guess were expletives in Indian. One… Continue reading Psychopomp: The Mediocre Heist
scratchings on an envelope from 1992
I remember…ice. Cold white ice in a bowl on an old wooden table. Me reaching in and taking a piece of ice from the bowl, putting it gently in my mouth, standing there.
Are You Sure You Want To Quit?
“Are you getting up?” she asks me. After a long time, I say “No.” I am sitting on my couch in my apartment and I am wearing nothing but this novelty cap that I had purchased earlier on in the day. The cap is blue and has a large plastic erect penis on the front… Continue reading Are You Sure You Want To Quit?
The Early Worm
Looking down as he pissed, Harry felt deprived, cheated, tossed away and dashed to pieces on the rocks at the bottom of some hellish cliff-face. It had been gradually growing darker, over the past few months. At first it had hardly been noticeable, just a slight darkish tint in the mornings, lighter at night when… Continue reading The Early Worm