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

As Around a Blind Corner of the Eye Around each blind corner, opportunity waits, is it love, hand in glove stick a knife in your back, Chicago, no pity, the city has no love Ask around town, you find too many solutions, too many opinions rest assured, no one cares, they will turn a blind eye to poverty and greed obey unspoken rules while on public transit, move on if you smell shit understand how it works, nothing is ever clear, not ever explicit never to recognize the horror of sorrow, why must the city bleed drown in all the hatred, decades upon decades of neglect by minions architects of status, power, corruption, lies, delusion comes to die Belligerent systems, systemic racism, nepotistic cronies listen, if you visit or stay for quite a while, Chicago does not care if you die, to bury or cremate your cold corpse, you have to pay the fare nothing but suffering, fun and joy, the spectrum, with pendulum ponies decide if the future is real or just the past, on the wall, a...

After the Feast of Saint Valentine Arguments: Italian or Sicilian foreign languages in the art of love trouble in paradise, marital bliss each to their own, but for Maximilian resolve the crisis before sleep or dream terribly about what he has to prove hover above as when butterflies kiss each to their own, when love is in the air Fair fair, a generation speaks, a stream enters consciousness to observe the mind aspire to dream beyond anger and greed suffer from delusions ever unkind terrible dreams of lovers never freed only forced to cut off all of their hair for words never end for Maximilian Suffer endlessly from pain and sorrow as if love demanded tribute with pain intelligence is not enough to know not enough to understand, to borrow the car, to drive safely, only one chance Victory loves the smell, nothing to gain aspire to care as a practice, to show leaves a trace, exit as if never seen exist as if like a ninja, to glance nothingness in a glimpse of she...

Das Leben ist der Leib Jesu Christi Dust and ashes, skull and crossbones, poison advertised in the universal press stress over finances, live and let live Liberty and freedom for the chosen even if they now no longer believe belief in life and love, full of distress even if faith like water through a sieve nothing but spaghetti in olive oil if this is the meaning of life, to grieve suffering everywhere, everyone hurts tranquility and equanimity deliver us from lies in fits and starts even to fall into duality recovers from decades of hopeless toil Lift up the body off the cross, the man even now no longer here but spirit if this is meaningless, open the door beauty unfolds out of the frying pan Jesus Christ, into the fire, what hell everyone falls down deep into the pit suck it up and move on, under the floor under the boards, the truth only God knows Christ Almighty, I curse, my soul to sell honor bright, I hope to die before long rest assured, to sleep and no...

In America, where I live and thrive not as an American, do I dare American, ha ha ha, a writer must, as need be, in order to survive engage with Ursus americanus remember it is Latin for black bear if I were not a lover, a fighter causes catastrophic damage, this cage a prison, this world full of arrogance welcome to the Inferno of Dante how no one no longer knows wrongdoing each day, my pace slows down to andante realize the kettle, a song brewing each morning, as sparrows, all in a rage I live in ambiguity, no fear lingers from childhood, the black bear knocks twice in the morning, we run on the sidewalk victims of prejudice, we drink a beer each day before we ride the train, Red Line ask me not what goes on, what makes the mice needlessly beg, two hands, two feet, they talk drugged out for years, atrophy, their brains gone tell me the black bear is not death, a fine hovers over my head, karma, I jest remember, I am a poet, I lie in bed and realize, this is a...

Talking to women, they know the art of asking the right questions never goes wrong laughing at the right time, in the right way kindness goes a long way like hand in glove insist on never discussing grotesque notions of mundane life, to appear strong gives women a sense of comfort, betray tense and tone in manner and speech to find old men sing the blues, beauties statuesque wonder why things went south and walk away on long legs, a tall glass of milk, to drink mouthful after mouthful, guzzle, they say each man with a lady knows how to think needless to mention to always be kind tumbleweeds do not care about people humans act as if we were the center egocentric, self-centered, the same thing yet, we commune underneath the steeple kindness is never rough, but on the court nobody is gentle, just to enter onto the varnished floorboards may just bring women to flock like birds to watch your game trust me, I am an idiot, I snort hard rock, pulverized to fine dust, I c...

Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read. ~ Groucho Marx --- Take the body, how difficult it is as a human being to live inside killing machines without a care to harm each day, to wake up in the bubbly fizz transformed by the need to guzzle a drink how selzer water helps us to confide each day, after a night out, the alarm blares each morning to wake up, roosters crow only on the farm, in the country, think decide what is best, mineral water yes, effervescent, boiling up, not hot hot water for her shower, your daughter once in the desert, a fever, she caught welcome the body, as the rivers flow down into the sea, itself, a body if you could feel your feet, neuropathy forget about the sciatica pain fumble and tumble, drink a hot toddy if proprioception you lack, just wait caution to you and your daughter, Cathy until you remember, inside your brain longing for a past that is no longer tough break but you know how...