of France Some things that are orange: Aspirations, songs about sea Anemones, the two peeking Tails (or faceless heads) of Ayer’s Rock – in fact many rock Formations and canyons are Orange. And if you are Interested in some images to Corroborate my aforementioned Rock-orange claim, may I suggest Upper Antelope Canyon’s: The Candle; in […]
I wrote an unfinished poem about the time I killed a slug with salt. I went into great detail – nevertheless or alwaysthemore – I did not finish it. It was a build up: and the more I wrote, the more nuance I added. Here is what I was attempting to say in that long […]
“The pandemic has eroded democracy and respect for human rights” The Economist (17 Oct. 2020) Is like blaming The bank you robbed Because you got caught, Or George W. Bush Declaring a war On terror. There reside in me A self-righteous cynic Hoping we Are incapable Of recovering. Will there ever Be enough strength To […]
My eyes have turned Into pixel devouring Monsters. I’ve lost The battle and my Retinal cavities swell Like plump plums. No matter what is Next – it is the next. Tomes worth of Vapid notions twist Around my frayed spine Like Serafina’s Braided staff. I am Eager for later to Happen, but as a Wise […]
Some things that are orange: Aspirations, songs about sea Anemones, the two peeking Tails (or faceless heads) of Ayer’s Rock – in fact many rock Formations and canyons are Orange. And if you are Interested in some images to Corroborate my aforementioned Rock-orange claim, may I suggest Upper Antelope Canyon’s: The Candle; in fact, You […]
It was me all along. Stuck inside My mind’s Intrepid hovel Self-pleading Not to give in To an honest Self-appraisal. All while observing: Firstly – the roof, Secondly – the mortar, Thirdly – the stone – Rot, fray, and crumble Over and around me. (A subconscious Rumination of Chris Rock’s Guilt laden words, “I know […]
A behavioral Insidiousness Like carbon Monoxide’s Breath. Colorless Odorless (a passive Aggressive Emotional Cripple – Really). Awareness Dictates Whether The death Is quick Or slow.
Something is coming for me: Or my heart Or my eyes Or my guts Or my… Well, Maybe or maybe not, But I definitely have ass cancer: It is either waiting or Coming for me. I mean is not everything Coming or waiting For us all – like sleep Or dreams or debt. And my […]
