At the laundromat I see this girl I work with whose face reminds me of a flower. She looks hungover. We pretty much all drink a lot here in Terre Haute, Indiana. There probably aren’t enough bars here, incidentally, for anyone looking to corner the market. Anyway, as usual, the girl ignores me with a […]

The massive sea of humanity is today to me Like a mountain, with all parties looking Inward, intelligent but unconscious. . By numbing themselves with drugs, Television, rape and carnage, they Have doled unto their own devices The strength they need to cooperate with the world’s Plans for them, which was to be unwatched and […]

If finally You Should find Or others . Should Decide that your Hating . Doesn’t matter well Wouldn’t that be a celebration For the processions full of Bloody feasts in the Well lit precincts of Gotham.

How Does it feel To hurt someone? . I wouldn’t know… The last time I did it I numbed myself so bad That you could drive a Geo Tracker over me And I wouldn’t feel it. . Just observe how the moon shifts in the silent night — It will not show you, It stays […]

Walking Through downtown Sometimes with the baldhead On 52 degree nights Getting off from my line cook job and Going back home to my noisy apartment in the ghetto, I stop into CVS for a pack of beers. The girl working there I have a crush on. She reminds me a little of the Progressive […]

Just a couple of weeks or so, I had an experience that was possibly sort of meaningful: I fell in love with beer all over again, in a sense. I mean have you ever noticed how cool the German term for “brewery” looks on the Beck’s pack (“brauerei”)? It sounds like some sweet Jeff Spicoli […]

Sometimes in life There’s a girl In the low light And she’s smiling . And you say something nonsensical to her Once, Only once, As an affidavit to your own blood inside you . To set swirling mosaics up at the stars, Within this interface disguised as repetition.

The sky shoots your thoughts ahead of you — Your little identity is there In nativity set grey matter and That is when they want to kill you, When they are subservient to that.

Hmm, I never knew that, That life is shingled, That experiences Are Planted In me Just as Hatched there By self and that People will Notice When I start Flailing my arms Around or walking around… It’s the inner beat.

We are living now in a time of ultimate truth And the truth, In turn, Is just lies. . Don’t ever tell anybody the truth: Keep them on clouds. It’s the only way and it Always has been.