Around every corner, I Find Journeys into the enrapturing truth, . Like being born Again and being naked though Still On this ride from . Albumen to knowledge, All knowledge, Paralyzed with a deific Eye on what should have been, Blessed, harmonic fanfare.

Under the grand patronage of Alcohol flowing to her brain, The glutton, The harlot we all love Employing the fluorescent lights So they have something to shine on When the Crazy Horses are stabled, The gluttony imbibes, With every ceramic tile dissonance, The crassness of being lost, The hopelessness of deliberately, The deliberate heaping of […]

I now lie As a lone wolf in an empty field, The wind dead, The chirping guppies respiting In a nearby stream — . I tend to my duties, But as the sun scorches my fur I feel this life ending, I feel the meat making Recourse . Of all those corpses I rendered, needing […]

The rain came down, and we were washed into a situation of uncertainty, in mid-March. It was one of those days when your chest feels sore, when the steely cars race by more incognito than ever, like so many alien constructions strewn effervescently across what is soon to be your past, and never anything more. […]

Ulysses, voted the premiere novel of the 20th century, has been called “one of the most beautiful pieces of writing of all time.” Multifarious and composed of sovereign sections, one of which is a play within the novel, another of which is an extended session of structureless stream-of-conscious narrative, it boasts sentences which zoom along […]

In enacting its duty, The net in form unveils what is the hidden mystery, A life processional too rapacious of the senses To stand a battle of reason, A snail to the turgid nebula Wedged in the waxing figure Of a crying ghost.

I stroll down to the park, getting ready to roll a cigarette. There’s a girl on a run, stretching by the river. She senses me coming up, senses some people around her, and then goes full force into her lunge, knowing balance only in the moment’s extremes. With a slight smile, I glide past a […]

By the time you see another Brothel poster, By the time you hear Another joke of hopeless nothing, You will realize . By the time they just Stare, and stare, That the logic was really a dead end Like . At the day’s decline You are just cattle too, Given “freedom” In exchange for . […]

Like the color And like the light And like the intent that you first saw, Before you formed your bitternesses, Your hard self, Her ears and eyelashes presage action, Mimic the future’s fancies And echo and nurture What the rest of the world rightly Sees as a hare brained masquerade.

Life — This is the life thing.. And life is what happened before life, And life is what will happen . After life is over.