2 September 2002 | Vol. 2, No. 3

Ruined Light Prologue

by NICK ANTOSCA

          The sun's rays are rotting,

while multicolored neon spots in my vision

throb and constrict:

Another summer Tuesday and I'm aimless,

sleepy in the dry backyard, mind occupied

by dreams of blotter acid and sodomy. When I

try to sit up, chest tingling where the heat baked it,

I feel incipient resistance i