Normally Absurd
Nico goes to Jail. Sunday Morning we drink beer & Gin. In winter, the socks aren’t enough to keep you sober, or out of Jail. In Our World, the Absurd is the Norm and all the dying is just living backwards.
Poetry
How Did You Get In Here?
it is not your serene beauty, nor your agility in kindness; it is not your elegant dignity nor the way in which you say, no too quickly for me to protest. what, then, is it, that makes me want for you flower petals under your feet: the Buddha’s own grace? is it that i am … Read moreHow Did You Get In Here?
scribbles of the dead
there is a heaven with 1920’s movie stars, glasses – sunglasses – to hide behind so no one knows it’s them; a tourniquet for the mind that only covers hair. going crazy like they go shopping day in and day out until the voices that said “you ain’t worth a shit” lie dormant in seas: … Read morescribbles of the dead
Can’t See
I wonder when the lights go out and she rolls over to have me, are the lights out for her shame, or for my wretchedness?
Love’s Breadcrumbs
Where I walk, I have left breadcrumbs of desires to be eaten by the cooing love birds that have followed me all my days, guiding me with their soulful moans of pleasure each provides the other. These journeys are never intentional, but fateful: a destiny of preordained flights to land in the midst of love. … Read moreLove’s Breadcrumbs
Ode To The Night
How soft your voice, night. how shrill your cries in silence do echo around the emeralds my mother gave me to see through. melancholy sloth cradles me in your unholy arms, dark with nothing for me, dark with coal on my hands. it has been said, “Give me liberty or Give me death”, though I … Read moreOde To The Night
Love Overheard
The interior of a relationship is strangely grotesque. it resembles a vivisection – taken organ by organ, they are foul sights for disconcertion but as a whole, well, goddesses of beauty abound. in that return to child speak and incest, a noble display – either contentment, or resentment, we not in the circle conclude ourselves … Read moreLove Overheard
I Am God
I will dream of us without wars and without judgments. I will dream of us in naked bliss on warm Sundays. I will dream of us without heads of light bending our moods down. I will dream of us touching from seed to now and back again. I will dream of us where no religion … Read moreI Am God
Conversations with Fiona and Cleo
To Fiona some things you said to me tonight weren’t very nice… she didn’t care about or even want me out and I could have loved that couldn’t be a thing that one would say on a night after a day like today. were it not for your temptations at extrapolated exaggerations I would think … Read moreConversations with Fiona and Cleo
travels below radar
I fucked my last fuck for an interview. A dick they asked me to chew, but I can’t ‘cause i choke back tears. it’s been like that for years. Let me see! fog-less and in color “Please let me see” I say to the girl in front of the snake cages. I’ve wasted ages. now … Read moretravels below radar