écolier

The visiting hours are over,lying in bed killing time(As if we could kill timewithout injuring eternity – Thoreau)Wondering about saintsand sausages (Moritz)and how having an archbishopin your family might belike having an American Envoyin your family,so that Basel 1,000 years agois Iraq today.A reasonable person would accept thisas proof evolution is not directedor deterministic.Or, one … Read moreécolier

Black Holes

there are those moments when the tears blind … everything becomes a star and the universe hurts. there are those moments when breath will not come … the clouds freeze and die, and nothing moves from fear. i dreamt we were all laughing, arguing over who would make coffee. the smiles and rolling sounds were … Read moreBlack Holes

En Route to Amman

Flying over a Million yearsof being sad, dying.The glowing lights below,the empty streets -where is my Jericho,whose walls have fallenlike whores’ pantiesaround ears and ankles?The doomed silence,raging with the child’spiercing cry,is not afraidto be silent for 10,000,000more breaths.And I, I am not either.

Memoirs

100 pounds of insanity,just enough brainsto flatter sexuality.Dreaming of those lips,pondering that ass.A million firemenpouring onto your flame -but the alleywayswill always be a reminder:September autumns,Georgian winters,never a Catholic christmas.Such savagery dragsthe bird into the cat’s lair.Delinquent Suffrage,let your voice be heard,through windowsup-out from toilets.Infections are your memoirs:my heart will always be sick.

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