"I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe" ~ Sir Philip Sidney

Throw Big Brother Under the Bus? For Sure! Throw Big Brother under the bus? For sure! How convenient! Regime change, a quick fix. Runaway Bunny, not so funny, see. Objects in mirror are closer to lure. Windows to the world, Chicago, look out! Big Brother, closer than they appear, Six. Ignorant as the secret police, Gee. Guaranteed to fuck up the world at hand. Brother under the bus? Give me a shout! Rout the oppressors from their beds, not them. Only their friends and families, hurt them all. Though innocent, guilty, caught by the hem. Hurt them all, I never said that, the Fall. Eve fed Adam, politics, desert sand. Remember this is all an illusion! Under the octagon sign, a gem. Nothing more, nothing less, not big, not small. Despite this novel by Stanisław Lem. Embark on a journey from Łódź to Gaul. Remember to travel only by land. Thank me later, or better yet, never. Honestly, I hate this beautiful world. Empty of all value, save delusion. Bus driver from pris...

From the egg, into the middle of things From the moment the door burst wide open roaring like a lion, full of laughter older but never wiser, my brother made life a living hell, we left Big Ben the Great Bell of the Great Clock of London haunted by memories, as old ghosts stir each cup of tea, if you see the other egg on his face, in the mirror, no shame given the status of the first born son given his status as Princeps, Terence in a nutshell, ruined my life, to start noticing each moment, makes a difference to say goodbye to our neighbor, a dart of gold, the pointed tip, who is to blame the fact, Amanda, is always past tense honor and cherish the moment, lead dart enters her flank, horror, love is a game mediocrity, never not to be in Middlesex, we left her far behind demented royalty, God Save the Queen despite moving outside New York City leaving this memory in Middlesex each time, Terence told the story, my mind opened books of myths to explain, unseen fo...

The never-ending ninth inning home runs how this comeback is even possible enormous lead whittled away by chance never could anybody imagine errors of such magnitude to happen virtually impossible but now everyone glued as the action takes place read, this is absurd, and how unlikely except run after run, as the bats crack nobody ever saw it coming, strange despite no runs all day long, the home team in the ninth, won eleven to ten runs now this was Game Three of the World Series given the likelihood of a clear sweep no one could believe their eyes or their ears in one inning, eleven runs to win no one could speak, when it was all over thoughts became electric, a charge for faith however, in what or whom to receive imagination as a well-wrapped gift nobody faulted either team, errors nearly never happen at this level ignorance is bliss, as they say, say less no one foresaw a home run derby here given this is baseball, anything goes hold onto your hats for Games...

Write as if your clogged arteries could sing right the wrongs of English orthography insane philosophers mention a death technically, the author, a ship once sunk emerges after centuries, no ghosts a spectre is haunting Europe, groovy novelists of the seventies drink broth only the bones of grass-fed cows, spectral visible light, beyond this, a chasm empty as another big mouth to feed leftovers gorge on prismatic light instantaneous perceptions, to root nussle muzzle truffle diggers hard fought neat single cask whiskey begs for a dram objectified exploitation writes wrongs shorn, tonsured medieval priests rest on racks havens for poverty, beyond, ships sail attired pelts of Bengal tiger skins visions start from the sixteenth-century embark voyagers as your journey lags Nobel invents dynamite, mines Zaire ovum turns up the stereo volume vengeance, enemy of my enemy embers smoke roasted pork, wood stove fire members lonely for pearls, dive before swine berated si...

Walk around people as if they have plague Wandering for millenia, I walk around people as if they have the plague like I could be infected by their thoughts kindness and consideration, I work as an advocate for the unspoken religious people cross themselves, I break odious wind like sulfur vents, such flights underneath the surface remain unseen noxious air as from smoking tobacco distance of fifteen feet, leave a wide berth purposely, as my intention, I mind ego as dark clouds, as a lightning bolt ordinary when supply and demand potentially allows for the black sun left hidden by shadow, to come alive empty stomachs hunger with desire anxious to exploit with ideas of greed sullen creatures walk in search of true love immediate gratification burns fire below the waste as seagulls soar there-being observant, as if to greet hey there, ignorant rules, hate if you like empirical research into bare palms yet, palmistry is a game for old souls havens for lepers and c...

As with my favorite cokehead stockbroker time will tell if we ever speak again let it be known that he is my brother except he cares as much as a bagel as we have no business, it may make sense suffering from trauma, the latch-key gone the art of friendship, carry a ladle nobody knows as no one ever asks only white lies offered accepts the dance to invite somebody out on a date in this world, the rules are, play nice or else not a word out of place, people act staid the way alcoholics act sober, smarts how much it hurts, confusion, taking risks each day, out of control, without guidance wake up to my family, in the nut house at least, people tried to act rational yes, I spent a fortnight inside, mind dense thicket of dysfunction, malnutrition habitation loss from tough love, what grace adopted from the war on drugs, channel thoughtlessness into mindfulness, decades attached to wrongheaded views, hydration demands vigilance, am I his keeper understand, he kicked ...