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

Traverse the Cape of Good Hope, Ancestors Memories make me jump out of my skin each time I remember people I knew moments I find make me jump out of bed orbit as gravity the rubbish bin remembered emotions never to feel instances of the past, the other shoe each time it drops, get me out of my head snakes in a viper pit bite me to death memories, my body, felt-sense, unreal as I get older, I cannot return kiss the girls in high school and make them cry each memory I remember, I spurn memories of a life well-lived, goodbye each day, I wake up to your final breath jump out of bed, jump out of the window understanding how all these emotions make a person leap up out of terror perhaps a fear of death makes an arrow observe the target, fear of missing out understanding why we sail the oceans the Seven Seas, hardwired for error out of Europe to Goa, carrack ships from Portugal to India, this route merchants traveled for God and the spice trade yet, I wake up in terro...

Roasting! Marinating in my own sweat on our bed, in my pajamas, I sleep after a long run, too tired to shower since I missed the first twelve weeks, in my debt the honor to race in a marathon insanity runs in my family, weep not for immigrant children, our power gains from the poison flowing in our veins Mother knows nothing about when I'm gone ask me why I'm late for the Metra train restless with morning commuters, Red Line insanity runs in my family, gain nothing as an outsider with no spine argue and quarrel with squirrels, such pains taken to run and race for a decade in pain, tired, no energy in bed nobility in my Portuguese name gain power from the poison as I fade invisible as I walk past, no one no recognition, no honor, instead meaningless self-importance, what is fame yolk in my face, yellow as the sun, roast on this spit, a rotisserie chicken winning the race, only once, in high school no one comes from behind except a bear sweet is victory, ...

Wisdom always learns lessons the hard way happiness ephemeral as a dream anxiety from memories passes time lasts a moment, never long to stay I revolve, a storm-door, I create flow knowledge burdens responsibility nothing but action walks across a beam obligations to others, the masses windows to experience fly open obscene, without originality remarkably not so remarkable heaven and hell between pendulum swings angels and demons dance on a cable visions of naked queens in sable stings electric from anus to brain, women castrate every reject, circumcised toys over and over, round and round, I spin metaphysical conceits for John Donne elegant women offer joy to boys transparent in ethics, into men grow obscene children, as they begin to show understanding, the game is afoot, John nothing gets by the detective, begin demonstrating wisdom, never much fun elegant women in sable show wit resort to satire swiftly or be gone sift through memories, never to return ta...