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« la nuit, tous les chats sont gris » ~ Wednesday, October 1, 2025

Distance makes proximity hard to find zip across the United States, passport in hand, to visit my mom, older now widow for a dozen years, would she mind never to see her son ever again ask me in a dozen years, my report places the blame firmly over my brow latch-key kid with a sadistic brother as unnecessary to argue when nothing will come from such futile debate ever since dad died, I gave up the ghost to social constructions, fear, greed, and hate ask me in a dozen years if the cost is my inheritance from my mother distance makes proximity hard to reach zip across the United States to what end if to grieve she argues, what is the point when to cast off this burden, at the beach never a care in the world, sea and sky if I return to treat me as a friend nevermore as family, we smoke a joint and say our goodbyes, nothing left to say nothing but stars, firewood, smoke, angry if I stayed, I would have gone quite insane edge of the western world, if I stood judged ...
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Happiness Found on the Flying Trapeze ~ Wednesday, October 1, 2025

Happiness is a state of mind, she says arguably as a squirrel quarrels potentially, grey, red, or black, it barks perhaps hungry for food, nobody pays interest in such animal behavior nobody cares in the least for squirrels except animal rights protesters, sparks sentence arsonists to years in prison settle a bet as to settle the score instead of the path of least resistance states of mind come and go, clouds in the sky as ephemeral as a tango dance slide across the floor elegant and high take a moment to applaud, say well done a reminder, no ideas but in things take a moment to breathe, the world moves fast equanimity nowhere to be seen objects, people, places, and things, she sings for a moment, in a foreign language maybe Marathi or Hindi, films cast in the Bollywood mold, this is her scene nervous beside a man who asks to sit decidedly across from her, track switch self-importance within conformity how tone of voice appears assertive while egg on her lips s...
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Not Unexpected ~ Sunday, September 28, 2025

Introduced cocaine to my housekeeper not unexpected, the results, cleaned up the whole house, all three floors, then fell asleep right beside me in bed, woke up in fear of course, I would freak out like her as well decided she wanted some more, a gap under her upper lip, a smile of hope crept across her round face, we had some more excited, in my face, she broke the fourth wall despite no video camera nearby cocaine is a strange drug for some people ordinary people think they can fly cut with PCP perhaps not, pell-mell actually, she became a nightmare in a moment, she ripped off all her clothes not that this was unexpected either exactly what I thought would happen next tough to say what she expected, the elves ordered her to enjoy a night of sex mother of God, I became a diver yes, her legs around my head, she flexed her authority, she ripped my clothes off of course, this was not unexpected, socks under the sheets, she took charge, wanted more still, I obliged...
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On Truth and Lies ~ Wednesday, September 24, 2025

God knows when we tell the truth, when we lie or when we feel profound anxiety despite my faithless elector status kindness means more than a slice of peach pie nobody loves like God loves His children only we see Him without piety when we take what He gives freely, gratis still, we imagine He is deaf and blind we hide like children in forts in the den heaven knows how we have been led astray each moment we ignore the needs of poor nameless nobodies, happiness, so gay we take for granted, for the day we score enormous wealth, we horde, until we find terror and torment awaits after death each moment, we let go and we let God lead us to the kingdom, everyone wins lift the veil of ignorance, the last breath transforms the self to emptiness, to dust honesty in actions, like a steel rod each moment, the mind strays, the lie begins truth is honor within wisdom, the shame roots down into our memories, a gust unravels the ball of thread, hold the clew tautly as the forc...
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Asterion ~ Tuesday, September 23, 2025

I am an adult-child of dysfunction Is it now too late to fix what they broke still, I wait for my turn to enjoy life it has been fifty-six years of torment this may not be poetry but I spoke nervous to trust others or to make friends observe the world at ease, enjoying strife work, keep my head down, the stick appears bent the illusion, light refracts in water obviously, a straight stick as light bends optical illusion, a turn of phrase literature, analogy, a trope am I, Asterion , lost in a maze truly, the hero holds the thread of hope echoes of a voice silence my daughter take me across the world, never return older than Simon who returns back home foreigner in a strange land, my hero in search of adventure, the embers burn xenophobia, my fear of others wicked candle flame flickers, honeycomb haunted by the past, I am a zero argue and contradict, you read, I write transform the world through language, what bothers the family, accountability hatred, greed, and ...
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Unsolicited Advice ~ Monday, September 22, 2025

Hit them where it hurts if they like to have fun take away their games treat them like children how to punish spoiled brats end their fun and games make them work for money western first world problems how industry entertains end their fun and enjoyment rest assured industry entertains the powerful industry eats the rich takes them out to dinner hit them below the belt understand the visceral remember, they have needs too, exploit their weaknesses strength enjoys entertainment
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Godliness ~ Saturday, September 20, 2025

Stay away, you vicious, officious brats Survival is meaningless without love take a moment to reflect on this fact as if random acts of kindness make sense yet, massage without touch goes hand in glove as opinions go, ask me if I care work in itself is hard but if you act asinine as donkeys braying nonsense yes, I will choose to have nothing to do yes, with you, I will choose never to share obviously, you never had a clue upstart, with all your shit, I make manure vision discerns between yellow and blue intensity of the Bunsen burner cunts and twats rage purple at Fu Manchu indignant brats act as if they were woke orbit elliptical circles, pretend understanding satori as they sit still, fake it until you make it, no toke organized, cleanliness is next to..., neat feral cats destroy, sticks in water bend forgive and forget, the half-witted twit insists they be heard, loud and proud, so gay cool, up is up, down is down, I take a... [beat] institute madness with MAG...
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