Absolve yourself from Charlatan certainty – So difficult to un- wet baptismal skin. (Who are you – in reverse?) Bathe in the Gray Sea: its ambivalent waters fuel contentment’s slow-steady burn. How does one channel mind-soul’s intent-ful beauty absent of self? I am not certain
The machine un-greased creeks like aged floorboards. The fruit tree reaches for the brilliant sun: its plump fruit seeps juice from smashing the earth. Neither have backs or hips, they avoid those spiritual pains.
America is being washed with curdled buttermilk and turpentine – Casein chunks backfill the moral pockmarks of the deluded dissolute. No need to wrap one’s skin around a bullet over the matter. Have you seen a Blobfish? Their existence can challenge anyone’s perception of reality. It is comforting to view earth as it is – […]
I Elroy, an elder, walks out the heavy metal entrance door of the non-profit substance and mood disorder facility in response to screeching sirens – two fire engines and two police cars situate themselves in both directions under the high bridge appropriately nicknamed (particularly is this situation) suicide bridge: this occurs as I walk through […]
It starts with an innocuous enough thought, “play the string, play the string, play the string, play the string: ad infinitum (seemingly).” I can usually monitor and temper the repetitions when I incorporate a tactile element: touching my fingers in descending order to my thumb in a fluid movement, tapping my horribly misaligned (due to […]
I think of everyone I know quite nearly all the time. We are warriors forever present in life’s rote absurdity. And conversations from forever Rolodex filed in my mind. I have found no better way to honor all my loved ones who have died.
capital building capital while she too goes to two tractor rallies also. his solid transparency heard me looking the other way with curds of lemon and maybe some whey? this pane is a pain in the ass has an ass of an ass, and she evacuates in the stairwell during the evacuation. refrain the refrain […]
I don’t know how you escaped the fears of my worst qualities: sculpted strands of how’s and why’s – concentric display – innate beauty. “When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.” Perhaps for you a partial truth, for you see (you see?) you already see that way. Upon […]
I mean, death possesses a certain life of its own does it not? A glimpse into the bowels of what once was. Life and death refer to existence and no longer extant, but existence functions on a continuum. A sentiment and philosophy acknowledged in the band name N.E.R.D. (No-one Ever Really Dies), unless… William S. […]