Paging through old words I am reminded of darker days. My posture tells a different story than behind the window dressing. Fooled myself into playing smart an assistant to build this crumbling wall. When there’s only one decision to make a simple life presents now possible.

To measure the space between truth and abstraction is an exercise in pretense. To ignore absurdity’s abject birth is to long for Stockholm syndrome.

The path reveals itself almost mystically – a faint exposed tear as I turn the corner of E 15th onto Walnut. Where the rusty wrought iron meets its concrete base loosens, as if someone poked a finger through. In my short time here, this corner house possesses a particular peculiarity; something I am not able […]

While floating in this weightless state My meditative hum whispers…[{“Give no weight.”}}}}}}}}}}}}    Just another discourseful axiom I accept,  For to ‘not’ would give in to its fucked up density. But I know (for me – at least?) every interaction  Is a complicated fight – A goddamed battle!  Goddamed battle upon battle in a silly little […]

Crippled legs and a broken fence Fail your justified disgust attempts. The slippery slope of certainty Ceases to apply to my certain hatreds. Watching the jello-spined flailer’s flail  While their disingenuous clemency plea  Is met with a sound mind’s hard-denial.  I lay here – knees up, back pressed –  For over half-century Introduction to Physics  […]

Now that the bile has settled (a diaspora of desire-less malcontent) An unborrowed breath inhales And remembers the training-wheels Removed themselves with heavy eyes Many myopic moons ago (intentional consonance?) Clipped wings do not hold back movement; They require a drawing board visit to refigure flight. (there are flightless birds: no?) And as the scientist’s […]

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Wrapped in a weird version Of someone else’s broken cowboy-blues, With no vindication to be had (or brought to) – By exposing another’s crippled coiled lies: Is perseverance’s elastic passage cleared (we hope) To devour interloper’s base insert assertions? Or, does blind despotic dominance’s mico-immediacy acquisition Annihilate all well-intentioned macro-foundational goals Through His-Story’s first come, […]

An out-of-place feeling This evening possesses: A particular quiet calm Made only capable Within its peculiar wetness During early October nights.  Or is it this still in/tact holiday? The one that divides all manners Into rights and wrongs  By individuals with too much time, Or, at the very least, In dire need of a hobby.  […]