THE ROAD (AN IMITATION)
At one point during the night he lifted his chin to the blighted sky where a thousand minds had nuked themselves and said softly, ‘This is all a porn parody. The collapse of solipsism is pornography. Showing me how much you care – helping me drag my sleeping bag across the now-wasted now-blackened land of solipsism, and giving me some of your stinking tinned soup and admittedly quite delicious Beefaroni, scratching the hard-to-reach itches on my back with your steelwool beard – parodies through and through the very craft of pornography.’
--Tyson Bley was born in 1978 in South Africa and at the age of 30 moved to Germany, where he continues to live semi-reclusively with a malignant Internet addiction. His work has appeared in MyFavoriteBullet, Blazevox, Poets Of The East Village, Clutching At Straws, Disenthralled, and print journals like Smash Cake and Kerouac's Dog. His personal blog is located at http://soapstain.blogspot.com/.