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.

If some people mistreated you, Chances are some people got it, Your romance with language A porcelain Beijing head on the shelf to remiss, They must go through it with Wide fists in hugged quandaries Before dancing and singing again within Velocity-laden stagnant death.

In looking back through my life, I think the very thing that has helped me is also the thing that has hurt me. And in a way, this makes sense. Why shouldn’t it be this way, in the human comedy? But the desire to connect, the desire for solidarity, the desire to be with others, […]

Oh, The nervous fibres when they Steel into the mind’s eye Forming . Our ego these are dangerous Platitudes in Life . And the best thing to do is let go of them.

I put the book down, Descartes, And I consider, Entering . Situations of need, Torn fissures tended by gauzes of wind And predilections of Ice within clouds, . That I hope the onlooker Should bear some leniency onto me, And allow me to form to them, Conform to them, And we’ll sing a song in […]