April 9, 2021
words of encouragement
The other day, a good friend of mine messaged me: And I replied with: And:
Poetry
April 9, 2021
existence
Existence is suffering.Existence is painExistence is timeExistence is purposeExistence is immediateExistence is perfectExistence is reasonExistence is problematicExistence is exoticExistence is mysteriousExistence is meExistence is godExistence is beautifulExistence is mindExistence is unnecessaryExistence is lameExistence is resistanceExistence is futileExistence is eternalExistence is essenceExistence is temporaryExistence is struggleExistence is everythingExistence is ironicExistence is simpleExistence is absoluteExistence is realityExistence…
July 6, 2020
Light the world
This morning came home my fine Camlett cloak, with gold buttons, and a silk suit, which cost me much money, and I pray God to make me able to pay for it. I went to the cook’s and got a good joint of meat, and my wife and I dined at home alone. In the…
July 6, 2020
The Sparrow
I’m a sucker for the broken and the beautiful. Imet you on a random Tuesday. You said hi orsomething like that, but all I could see were your lips. Lips that spoke in code; lips of imagined lustlips begging and pleading for me to linger longerlips pouting and preening, a warning sign for me to…
July 2, 2020
May 7, 2020
Some words of encouragement
The other day, a good friend of mine messaged me: And I replied with: And:
December 17, 2019
Bliss
Yesterday, I was wondering what it would be like to return to a state of innocence like before I was aware of the wicked ways of the world. Remember Supertramp’s Logical Song, kind of like that before they sent him away! I was ruminating about this over a turkey sandwich in Starbucks and this poem…
October 16, 2019
One of these seconds
I often wonder about nothing; Sometimes I wonder about something, but mostly i just wonder about Hell and my place in it or on it if Hell is Earth and other people Worlds within worlds within worlds. Worlds come and go. Four births happen each second of every day and nearly two people die each…
September 23, 2018
broken sun
a drop of blood in the stars divides the blue against the broken sun, the fiery light passes from hand to hand, gnawing on our bones in a corner of heaven
July 13, 2018
ignorance
can be yourself don’t bottle up the body, keep it open. when all self-identifications remain get rid of god. no self-definition, i am energy and bring nothing reality here, can i demand nothing when you want nothing, seek nothing expect nothing unexpected! a man engrossed prescribed by his scriptures will get wrapped up in them…
July 12, 2018
god be sitting on a fence
god be sitting on a fence up the road i saw him peering at the traffic passing by then he wandered over to the tobacco shop said something to the barelegged boy leaning on the countertop adjusted his spandex shorts and left
July 11, 2018
no glory
so i lay there playing with splinters in the late red afternoon the angels of paradise hidden in the mystery of my days leaning on warm wings sang to me sticks lie broken dead leaves gather dust i am homesick here in the ashes all i wanted was glory found only strange sadness instead
July 10, 2018
night’s leaves
on a pristine october afternoon i applied for a job begging at the ports all for the sake of feeling my way against the ghost of your truth my lies limed and loaded flowed easy riding the night’s last flicker of hope i was young i tried to capture you with rhymes and exotic suggestions…
June 25, 2018
before the beginning
in the moment she answered formless in-between states of grief shadows dancing underneath her eyes she did not recognise me darkness dull and desperate before the beginning began i caught myself staring like a chimp caught humping another chimp, never would i be better imitating the ways of the master not to create but to…
June 8, 2018
the pulse of 3am hits me
I have to quit being anonymous inside the machine…artificial space in a dreamlike dimension…the pulse of 3am hits me inside the unconscious sea…a voyage below…subway empty…closing haunted spaces…this lack of a beginning divides me in the light under the flare of a system flooded by the black sun…time interval of an astronaut something stirs in…