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

First thing, in the morning, I cut a line in the morning, a razor blade, Franklin religiously, a novena, nine days suffer the rosary, mirror supine taste the sweetness, Walter, my dad is dead think you know better child, a shot of Glen hollow within, embrace the creep, displays in the windows as I pass on the street now, am I awake or asleep, instead given nothing matters but delusion illusory, hit a bump in the road nothing but confusion, this illusion this imaginary throne, take a seat heated as a carseat in wintertime emissary of the devil, barn owl millions and millions in the bank, I sank on the golf course, a hole in one, my crime rests with the defense in a court of law normal, this morning routine runs afoul in the eyes of observers, still I drank needlessly, to numb my body of pain given I scuttle with my ragged claw I drink as a dictum, get drunk and high cupidity with a bottle of gin understand, dear reader, how much it pays to stay alive, healthy, and not decline asinine, m...

As on the last day... After the party, everyone drove home forget drunk driving with driverless cars terrible as the future may appear every day gets better under the dome remember, we all have some place to be the night was a success, emptied the bars hand over fist, we paid rent without fear eviction for no good reason, we slayed pushing the envelope, the money tree answered all of our prayers, shaking leaves remember, no one cares unless they know to protect in service, the record sleeves yesterday, spun with the vinyl, we grow empty, full of hunger, and still we prayed virtually day and night for others exactly when did we begin to see remember, how the light made us buoyant yes, lighter than water but who bothers obsessive-compulsive photon junkies nobody understood under the sea empty space beyond time made us truant drunk on the darkness, as on the last day remember, poison kills slowly, flunkies only grace lets us feel lighter than air vision beyond the ...

If I try to write a novel, words fail fortress of solitude, if I portray I see myself in the mirror, reflect trust in the characters, held without bail rely on the scene and setting to move yesterday into tomorrow, I pay to live with all my dreams as to deflect off the walls like a racquetball, this room witnesses observe what I have to prove rely on description, the mirror screams in a moment of reflection, so pure to dip a toe, the quicksilver of dreams enter the imaginary, endure architecture as narrative, the loom notices in the weave, the warp and weft objects to make a tapestry, image views the maker without deceit, such grief emerges in each line, sentenced, bereft literature reads beyond devices words fail my hand to reach into my rage objects of psychological belief resound against the walls, an empty space demonstrates mind, an ideal suffices suppositions as to explain the brain fellow travelers find themselves so lost architectonics of the novel, the...

Romans 6:23 (KJV) 23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. Identity, the Other and their Self Identity is a tricky concept definitely set on recognition every individual seeks the same not so, says the Other, to intercept tolerance, a pass, the Self, soon, fumbles if to say, I observe opposition tits on a bull, acceptance is to blame yet, I accept everything as it is the choice to judge, to exclude the shambles horrific as a battlefield, who cares each person seeks the real within themselves Otherness as alterity, who shares the ideas of ethics, rows of bookshelves humble booksellers on a show, Pop Quiz enter the country as a child, stranger remember nothing of the past, the clues act as a guide, as words in holy books nothing but the sinister as danger defense mechanisms arise, to cope the Pope and his messengers play the blues how to navigate all their dirty looks everyone identifies with the lies inso...

シカゴ 支所 スポーツ Shikago Shisho Supōtsu A dead-end job, this shit show company As I walk through the basement, the phone rings dead silence, no one on the other line emptiness as if from beyond but where ask if anyone is there, Macie sings difficult to hear if there is a voice emptiness still, hang up, this life of mine nothing but calls, your dime, from over there decide to move on, cannot, stuck, to scream just does not make sense, do I have a choice of course, you always have a choice, they say but, of course, you do not in the moment this life in retail is hell, with no pay help me, somebody, help me, I am spent if this is my karma, just a bad dream sever the corpus callosum, I shake shit-show blues, delirium tremens, I wake hollow inside, choose this alcoholic infernal afterlife, did I do wrong to choose this job, this position, this place shelves of shoe boxes, this must be a trick how beautiful, the options for people only, it feels grotesque, the odor strong ...

Dear God,      Yes, I am ready to Glock out ever so, ever so...what is the point aspire to burn the house down, tired really, ever so, ever so...I doubt God forbid that I do anything good or worthwhile, my God, is time out of joint decidedly, they say, I am fired Yes! Freedom, liberty, release, at last echoes of a bygone era, dead wood smolders, charcoal embers, burn down the house I know that I am wrong for this world, wrong as stranger danger, a foreign-born mouse murdered by politics, just for a song ready to give up the ghost, an outcast empty vessel no one can fill, broken as a child, a little too wild, unsafe decide to pay less attention, let go yes, responsibility, unspoken tolerable for some, or for no one obey the rules, go to school, a naïf Glock muzzle sniffs my soft palate, just so left to my own devices, I grew up obviously, choices I made alone consequences for my actions, duty kindness, and love but no one do I trust only Deat...