For if you’re suspended in a moment Of what for the mighty is ecstasy, And, in this moment, you lose yourself, . Crouched for the killing of the great miscellany, The nativity scene In which you just look, don’t touch, . You just observe What for time immemorial Has been the object of your intrigue, […]

* “How can I explain / When you don’t want me to?” “Kid”, The Pretenders Sometimes I’ll just be standing there around a bunch of kids, punching push pins into a bulletin board, drawing a walrus on a marker board, listening to them call each other “small-head” and “big-head,” watching them hit each other, and […]

It’s tough When you have a wedged, fluid shape, And you’re listening to the song Crawling sidelong . Along the sky, But built for buffaloes The blood cave Contracts and expands one time, Leaving miasma Breathing life which is Turning teeth, Metal in the sky for pruning.

Anger May not be so much The nadir of failure As it is . The cinematic disparity Of crushed expectations.

Somebody scourged the man on the golf field, And somebody owned the heads of the golf game, . And these Are All Mythical Things we Make Up, . Arbitrary, So That to Hold Things together, Like a society, Is never A breath In the Wind, like A cardinal Might Bequeath When it’s wanting to die.

Finally I see how this land is dark, Because instead of having logic fully reign, It’s never logic that fully reigns, We are . Pulled into This abyss, compelled to fornicate, Compelled to Reproduce, we are Haunted by greed, Dashed By hatred for the next man over.

It was February 16th, and as I walked to my car on my way into work, there was the head of a doll, just the head, hewn in a smile, rolling down the walk, parallel to the driveway, pointed toward me, as it rolled. It was my last semester of my internship before I got […]

It’s an airport in Iowa, Oh, I meant we’re going to be flying over Iowa, You see the slick businessmen in slacks, Traveling is the myth — . They’ve no time to stop Here nor there, They’ll avoid the glares of the janitors, They’ll avoid the glares of the baggage clerks, Because to them everything […]

When you search for a career path You’re stealing, Taking nebulae From different songs, . So keep this in mind Because you’ll have to pay them back In the systematic prick Of evermore.

When there’s so much you ignored, It was the low cards, The 2’s and 3’s That came to your graduation party, . While you were Alone, Waiting on your Jacks and aces, You walked under the bright lights by other people’s cars.