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

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...

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...

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 ...

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

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...

Must I ignore this world full of sorrow underlying phantoms and empty ghosts surface to air missiles, cities burn trouble with suffering, if I borrow I must repay the debt, suffering stinks it stinks of dirty clothes and selfish hosts given the political climate, turn nothing but leaves over, just read a book or protest against protesters, the finks rely on social events to make friends events for another purpose, to walk the tightrope across buildings, all depends honestly on how dishonest this talk if speech acts have consequences, I cook solo in the kitchen, play solitaire work for the good of the social contract or contract a venereal disease really, syphilis may appear fair fair literally, that tracks heroin veins diminished capacity to react forget to respond, emotional tease underlying phantoms and empty ghosts leave the phenomenal world, static gains leave the phenomenal world far behind object to objectives correlative for attorneys general are hard to...

Worthless little daddy's boy, silver spoon how did we get into this mess, I ask yet, the answer lies in a shallow grave Do ask why the cow jumped over the moon over the moon with this government, no everyone needs to wear the Guy Fawkes mask sanctuary is Erewhon, nice save The President is dead, wishful thinking rump roast, the man is toast, his ghost will glow under the light of the moon, so we dance maybe Vice-president Zampf , say no more perhaps, the dance of death, we have a chance Always chicken out to settle the score like President Blund, they caught him blinking where is sanctuary, it is nowhere always chicken out, like President Gore yet, we know, he lost, a big time loser say less, say no more, say nothing, Times Square Chump change, the homeless ask me for spare change how to make manna fall from the sky, or insufferable idiots, snoozer chicken out, chicken out, a new slogan kiss my ass goodbye as they disarrange engagement with the government, ma...

How They Make America Great Again How do we get into this mess over and over, again and again wonders never cease, so they say Terror and torture, their success helps them keep their foot in the door even if it means they must kill a hen yes, back door deals, they bend the rules, we pay Murderers and rapists they now pardon anguish and anxiety feed the poor kiss my ass goodbye in El Salvador everyone knows, freedom is never free Articles they breach, so who sets the score monsters of myth, systems we never see everyone knows, never stare at the sun religion without faith, superstition in a nutshell, in government we trust college electoral takes in my vote accounts for my mere lack of ambition Guarantees guidance for all my children religion, state-sponsored, Meg says, lick rust eat glass, kick rocks, Samuel Johnson, a mote answers Berkeley, succinct and to the point travel the Atlantic by ship, back when Aeroplanes and aircraft were just ideas grab Taco, Presid...

While erasing pencil marks in a book how the other appears in my own thoughts in this erasure of effects, the trace left behind by someone else, just one look entertains me as mind encounters mind elegant, neat, clean lines, not this ersatz reality, page after page, typeface absorbed by graphite, honeycomb graphene structured into layers, no try hard grind insolent, arrogant, moronic brat notes with no forethought or hindsight, lead lines graced with a total lack of grace, a gnat playing at self-importance without fines elegant, neat, clean lines, not from this spleen notably self-absorbed, no self-concept clean the book as a librarian clears ignorance from the ordered stacks, reverse little by little, step by step, inept minions with no sense of alterity articulate yet bored, observe their fears remember their traumas trigger a curse kindred spirits nowhere near, keep calm, stay safe, efface disorder, disparity iniquity, barbarity, chaos necessary dualities emb...

Today, I had a dream with Mark Frederick only, I knew him in Memphis, not here did he pass away, does spirit visit after the body dies, for a short, quick yes, I could imagine, give him a hug I called out his name but he could not hear how long ago, I last saw him, a bit a byte to the universe, we connect despite the years apart, time is a slug a series of memories make a trail despite today being nine-eleven remember their spirits, let them set sail each person is here for a reason, then after the body dies, we disconnect maybe he saw me as a friend, I know with dreams, the mind plays tricks, nothing is clear in a straightforward manner, this message tells me about people I knew to show how spirit comes and goes, it may sound strange Mark was quiet but loquacious, the thing about persona and character, sage reasonable people surmise at mind kiss the world goodbye, Mark, may you arrange Foreign Policy in History class remember the thin man with the long beard e...

Maybe things could have been different for Chance? Muscles for brains, sweet boy, not very smart autistic or, is he just artistic yes, maybe the latter, not the former brilliant artist, throws paint and calls it art everyone wonders how a millionaire transforms thought processes, seems sadistic however satirical the number issued randomly with chaos theory nothing from nothing comes, a billionaire gives away all their property, and waits simply for the Second Coming of Christ cousin of Thanatos, Hypnos thus baits objective reality on his wrist until Chance falls into the trap,weary like a child asleep in their mother's arms difficult to imagine as a child help the boy become a man, learn to paint artistic temperament, tantrums, alarms visions of Los Angeles set on fire errant messages lost of girls gone wild brilliant genius parties with living saint each time he throws a fit, the colors fly each time he cries, it shifts his felt-desire nothing from nothing ...

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...