“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 […]
I am a broken crowbar (An out of work scarecrow) Most of what I am is nothing That anyone needs to know. Like stagnant brackish water Dissipating fumes, or a child That feels neglected because They’re not the one abused. Improbable – like fire underwater Impractical – like ice on snow Like a politician’s lies: […]
On our first date I reveal to her I have regular periods Of depression. She asks If those periods Are caused by Anything in particular. I tell her They start around The third week Of December And typically conclude Around May – June. Her innate reaction (a nervous laugh). Then she exclaims, […]