I just heard it asked, Would you rather be a thermometer or a thermostat in a social situation, a thermometer gauges the temperature and a thermostat sets it. I thought about it, and then remembered that I despise social situations in the first place. Socializing should obviate energy, cathexis and metamorphosis, but the term “situation” […]

I am composed of visions, Stringed Back to a magistrate And called home whereupon I’d Leave my bodily form, . So in instances of faculties Being summoned to a pinnacle, Beaches of intensity and Quagmires of humid lust, . There’s a certain color That stays me, A searer.

The school has played mate with me, And now it’s playing dead, It’s part of its rules of sophistication, . The hallways are bare, Classrooms all but boarded up, . And under miles of frozen clouds One more dust mite Collects by the curb, Any curb . And I Stand here noticing, Glancing, To uncover […]

When life is weird for others around you, but you don’t feel it, it makes you have weird dreams. Well, life is weird for other around me, and I had weird dreams. I dreamed I was moved to Indiana when I was six, from a happy place. The total lack of movability on these big […]

In music, I exist as a circle, Not as a knife, fighting, . And if life begs of me activity, But denounces me for too much, And there’s no respite under the peach tree, . Then when dinner comes, That will be looking into the eyes, That will be the end of disarmament, The shapeless […]

Alone, I’ve forgotten Of . Whatever anyway, As people refuse my presence. . It’s my attempt to re-mend, I’m Like a doll with patches, Walking A dog that isn’t there Down . The street In Front of the Platoon of houses.

She Gives me The change from the bus stop Until it leaves my head, . Life Existing As A dancefloor With many hobgoblins Not dressed but wearing.

Driven Into seduction of figurines By a divine light, . The maestro steps forth With baton in hand . Like cowherd Ready to raze so many fields Of their despondent atavism, . Trumpets, trombones, clarinets and tubas, Infants In slots, TV minstrels, . Self-conscious With jackets in lockers, Denizens of cocaine and heroin alleys.

A foggy sepulchre Stands shyly, . Not knowing her own beauty, The evening Fertile with the Fluorescent light’s Vibrations, matrimony . Of whim benefitting full, Complacent . In her breast and womb Knowing new stars.

In his General course of things, . A young man Might look up and need just A little light, . For no darker Is his Form . Of judgment, and in His mind . Lie wreaths Of the splendor, lie That in whose absence You might be inclined to complain.