(excerpt from Stratus Portal: a book by Matthew Bailey and Ryan Jerome Stout) The path reveals itself, almost mystically — a slight tear in the space/time fabric, an interdimensional hangnail rift exposing the beginnings of whatever lies behind a canvas covering a nonexistent moment’s prior dimension. Where the ornate wrought iron fence meets the concrete base loosens, as if […]
Saying crystal clear is like saying easy as math: rarely is a crystal free of obstructive particulates or opaque cloudiness. If you don’t believe me, try this simple equation: 3x + 1. It will make clear this poem easy as math. The space between arrogant and wise vibrates at 3 Hz, which provides scientific explanation […]
I don’t know shit, but… Years ago Ben Would egg me on to do things people Should not do – Like wait till I was 30 drinks deep and Dare me to free climb a 3 story building. We Both knew we could so therefore, We did – Actualize our potentials by satiating an Untouchable […]
Look at this night’s bloated passed out sky – It barely breathes: this sky’s a blacked out Bukowski dream. A body-bruised dream Trapped beneath a waterbed’s stale wretch. Buk’s comments of grotesque eloquence Interlace macabre’s beauty through his guttural utterance To celebrate the intransigent nature of his personified sky: A black and blue’d mascara smeared […]
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Gray – a theoretical color – Lives in your strata-yellow eyes: While I sit in your waiting room, Eager for my demise. Upon reflection, I should have been meaner. (a boss years ago gave me some advice: “don’t let an asshole make an asshole out of you, so…) My pacifism Served me passively. And merely […]
The idea dies Before conceived, And no extant location To associate anyway. This is no matter of where – Anymore; This is matter of Why? But more acutely inquiry’d – Why Bother?
When the tears you cry are dry And you’re surrounded by wolves No one hears you An emptiness prevails And your hollow cavity expands Stagnant air settles Hope resides in heart’s mind But the boy’s loneliness cripples Beyond a want to repair You grow into your role As the unhealable wound Each brick made of […]
THE GHOST WHO SELLS MEMORIES 