Maybe you were right – Right there at the end – An impersonal engagement as Each other’s wall peg. Perhaps my ideals Antiquated as your Bloodletting rituals, And the vestige Of self-respect And decency That remained for me, Refused to settle As your relegated Whipping post to be. I am…
(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?