Love is irrational So for a women, sex is irrational Since for her sex is love, and not conquest . She wants a beaming of outside the lines, She wants for you to virulently bash your own species And make new sounds That will be rendered in heaven By a tape recorder above the viaduct […]

Do you really think you SOUND like that, Like you sound so full of soul, What did the wind spray onto you, And weren’t you in that janitor’s building Punching a time clock just like everyone else, Not even attending to the bastions of time That scaled the walls that and every other night, . […]

This is the part of town I could afford an apartment in. It is unknown, And it is America. Life explodes down on me now. That’s what it’s like. Explosions, You look at, Go up, And then we all know that Cinematically when they come back down We’ll all have a denouement and a cup […]

At a certain point I just stopped saddling people with the necessity of responsibility… I cut everyone some slack. There were a lot of people I cared about who were faced with tremulous circumstances. I’d see them squirming in their chairs, or barstools. It was real. Sometimes I’ll be at my job, or walking by […]

When reality becomes mentally insupportable, You numb, Knowing that you’re in for some surprises down the road. . But where books like Reality Therapy Might try to assimilate you, You also with the rumination of Certain affidavits of drollery You found inferior Combust a vivid organism Looking at the strange cars and flags of military […]

Action, And at action, One individual sees that All there IS is action, It is the constant drapery of his background, And in everyday life He sees that tadpoles aspire to be eels, Hell breaking on the fluorescent lights Until they are his mess he has to clean up In his blue uniform straddling the […]

The foolishness caresses me sometimes, Emerging like such a pile of wet leaves Under nervous traffic signs, . Sundry ultimata That make me think of the mountains and energy’s stoppage, When men invent golf, . The foolishness berates me sometimes When I walk as a capsule Past dust-reflective stop signs.

There is never finally a “soul,” It’s futile.

Nobody is really, truly, a friend. This is a troubling thought that occludes my mind, at certain times. Of course, I’m still new here, in this town. My hometown. I moved back to my hometown single when I was 26, something about as advisable as doing a pole dance in a thunderstorm. Well, given at […]

Depression and anxiety, Pride and shame, Always our troubadours Will meet us at the grand Entrance to the next moment. . Are we too big for this doorway, Will the light light us, Or that Of a speckled face costed that has worked too hard.