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

I hate this life, wish I were never born I woke up too early, at 4 a m hungry and tired, I showered and dressed as my time conflicted with my girlfriend terrible beauty, the given, a gem endlessly in pain and sorrow, the point thirsty for irrelevance, as you guessed history consumes my future, the end isometric as horror flows in waves simple connections flex at every joint life swings like a pendulum in moments in this world, arbitrary and random for chaos as conceived within events emulates this, a double pendulum watches a tsunami come and go, saves ignorance, a birthright, humanity shuffles their feet, as if with little sleep honestly, hypocrisy reigns supreme I cannot remember insanity without effort to resolve perspective effort to seek context, draw me a sheep remember to say please, is this a dream each moment flows through every point in time nothing ever seems neutral, Detective empires rise and fall, all is in flux virtue as Arête, social control e...

Trionfi If you choose the path of fear over love for myself and my ex-wife, this was so yes, for love trumps fear, as a game of Whist of course, the past holds secrets from above understood as red flags, for in hindsight chamber of horrors mimics childhood, no honestly, I was to blame, as a twist only I could not see my own actions only, I could see, in a certain light such as in reflection, we drifted apart each to their own, a waste of time, marriage this much, I admit was my fault, to start helplessly, hopelessly, with a carriage each to their own with family transactions perhaps, I was naive, stupid and young as if hubris, Greek words, could make me smart that language is a gateway to knowledge how science imagines wisdom, I clung onto erroneous beliefs, long held from fear of change, my character as art fear is a drug, addictive, with no edge endlessly, blunted on reality absolutely, how two lives cannot meld rely on each other, a family overtures of love,...

On the train with me, this I imagine Only, imagine, I am so lonely no one but Leila understands this trip the Amtrak to California, two days hungry, tired, while her face, so comely except, she is just a dream, just a name train rides across the countryside, a blip remains in my brain, my thoughts in a haze all alone, except for Leila, a dream in a rocking coach chair, who can I blame not CIA/FBI ignorance with no sense of consequences, who cares in this world, these conditions, take a chance that mistakes happen, an event, who bears honest accountability, I scream murder never makes anything better except for the tabloids, I read the news this trip is my duty to visit mom honestly, if she could knit a sweater in her youth for my dad, now that is love still, I know that I cannot sing the blues I am a success at failure, da bomb imagine, I am with Leila, alone maybe she is a real woman, above all the politics, but what does she do given she is online, from ti...

As one, a murmuration of starlings As Stone Fox sits deep in meditation silent and motionless, no skin to scratch one with direct experience and mind nothing to gain, total abnegation essentially, one with deep time, a bird a falling starre, Lucifer, Goe, and catche mission accomplished, but what did you find understanding empty as the blue sky remember, all events connect, the word murmurations of starlings, beauty found ugliness, the grotesque, as a mindset relinquish duality, none are bound aesthetic incarnation, to regret tick bites after the deer, do not ask why in wavelengths, the brain oscillates, pink noise outside versus inside, show the difference neurons snap like fingers, the length to span orchids like ballet dancers, full of poise forgiven their silence, vultures and wolves stare, empty, hungry ghosts, nothing makes sense take a look at the sky, starlings to scan artistic randomness, controlled chaos remember Stone Fox sits, listens for hooves lig...

Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ~ Dylan Thomas Dysfunction since before my conception only as perceived by my perception noise, the beautiful distractions, I wince only to waste energy and lose time tone down the attitude, learn to act chill guess I am not the chosen one, a prince only in the set up, boy scouts prepare govern the mind, the brakes stop on a dime empty stomach, hungry, ready to kill nothing but obstructions that block the way tell me to remove obstacles, I dare lift the whole world with a fulcrum, the point exactly, to pivot, support, use force intentionally, observe where the joint necessarily fits, follow the course time connects all events, as if to say only to understand failure and move thaw bitterness until ready to cook hatch the fertilized eggs, and leave the rest abandoned by mapmakers as to prove time and again, the way is for the few goonies need not apply, given they took orders withou...

Thank you for burning all of the dead wood Thalia flourished at The Dewdrop Bookstore honestly, all was well before the fall all was well but nothing would be the same nothing at all, no one saw it before killing me softly with his song, Old Nick yes, the Devil as director played ball on the graves of the field of dreams, the game understood as non-union severance forgave the Devil for being a dick objectively, he was simply a tool remnants of a corporate takeover bully pulpit in rabbinical school understood, read the Torah, take cover really, he placed booksellers on clearance now, read this text without a pinch of salt institutions discriminate at will nothing but double entendre, a pun given viral politics as default antisemitism to interpret leaves the facts in question, create a bill language used in satire, the house of fun obviously, must be shut down, such words forgiving their context, heads covered, bet thank academia for this gambit how to play che...

Ilyse works at the bookstore down the road like anyone, full of admiration young, impressionable, birdlike and sweet sugar beet cheeks, oysters beside a toad estuary of brackish rhymes at sea warmed by the blue flames of aspiration old Bunsen burner roars, wide open street recognize a classmate on the cover kindness bites my leg, in a pod, one pea sad and lonely, nobody cares, unread as if...better off dead, wishful thinking that Ilyse knew to fill me full of lead then and there, my ego, without drinking horribly small, as my life is over except, she asks if I write still, I say bother the sun with black storm clouds, I do only it means nothing, nobody cares ordinary people, to hit the hay kiss the air, hello or goodbye, kill time suffering, all the while, without a clue toss me a ball of thread, the Cretan shares ore from a mine, either silver or gold recognize her name, Sophie, what a crime everyone watched me cry before I left despondent clams sleeping with t...

The Clairvoyant Center of Avalon how do they know that I am on my way each time, before my appointment, they know Claire plays her violin, while Abaddon lightly accompanies on piano ask them not how they know, for, as they say if I could see clearly, all time would show reality as connections, as joints visualize the past to observe chrono obstructions for Gaṇeśa to remove yesterday, the future was wide open ant on the bathroom countertop, to prove nothing is arbitrary, as spoken to Theresa, who sits and waits, she points Creatively, with daggers from her eyes empty of disillusion, delusion nervous with energy, ready to spring towards me for no good reason, my lies emerge as from a stream, is this a dream reality bent as an illusion offer my condolences, as to bring forth a sense of kindness, why does she pounce Abaddon laughs as I begin to scream values and virtues remain uncertain abandon all hope to enter the clear lonely and sad, lower the red curtain onl...

The Clairvoyant Center of Avalon Theresa spoke, sweetly, as in a dream heat, not honey, dripping flames from her lips each time she opened her mouth, her forked tongue Claire, I kid you not, her tongue made me scream like a little girl, you played violin as if in raptures, while swaying your hips impossible, I know, and as I clung reality shifted again, you played very fast like Paganini, begin over again, reset button, press hard yet, you kept playing violin, I cried angry at the world, at myself, a bard no one knows, no one understands, I died trouble is, nobody cared, your hips swayed Centered on the sound, on the groove, Old Scratch entered the room and took me far away nervous because I was with the Devil terror filled my soul, a sparrow to catch erroneously, my espresso left ready-to-hand, my heart began to sway officially, I was dead, how to kill foreigners, like myself, as the Other Available in my torso, bereft virtually, of all virtue, I lose all sense...

Why is it always something that goes wrong Welcome to this, the shit is always real how did we get to this point, no one cares yes, I include all of us on this bus insanity expects change, to appeal suddenly, to our representatives instantly, as if overnight, she shares the truth about transit, all of this fuss answers to the question, no real demand languish taking daily preventives work too many hours in each short week absentees versus duty-borne, no end yet, we pay the bills, or paddle shit creek salvage the wreckage, no one to defend secrets, maps, buried treasure, sleight of hand offset by the future unseen, unknown monsters of the imagination lurk everywhere something breaks, as the earthquakes thunder and rumble, once this bird has flown helpless on a planet, the afterlife implies the second strike, darkness and murk needless to swim upstream, my body aches given the need to prove our worth, talent that empty vessel, to the brim with strife hats off to t...

The Clairvoyant Center of Avalon Theresa knew that I felt kind of blue helpless without insight or perspective exactly how I felt for forty years Clinical depression comes in one hue laissez-faire capitalist gray matter air all my grievances as reflective irregardless that the mirror weeps tears real as the silver dollar in my hand vogue comes in waves, Theresa, to scatter oysters along a reef, to sleep in bed yhwh, the Tetragrammaton, to speak as to pronounce the sacred name, instead non-pronunciation, the rule, to seek terror beyond this world of falling sand Center the weight within the hourglass exactly as expected, eventide nightfall, dusk rolls as fog in the city terror of the unknown, what comes to pass exactly as Theresa spoke the name recall the Oracle, another bride opens her mouth, as Pythia, pity for humankind, the omphalos, she spoke Ava tells me, indirectly, her fame valued as a messenger with foresight along with the god, Apollo, her words ling...

My feet are numb, I may be dumb, but, I  still run, for fun. What can I do, I have no clue. The doctor says, guess what Gomez, eat Pez and die. If I should cry, tears from my eyes, taste them for lies, salty or sweet. If in my feet, while on the street, I run for fun and feel quite numb. If I am dumb, forgive my brain, I am insane, just a wee bit, a little shit, trying to make this life less fake, if I could bake and stay at home, under the dome, secure, I roam, still nothing felt, a leather belt, childhood, no fun, why I now run a marathon, I am so gone.

In the mirror, my own worst enemy no one reflects on the universals the facts laid out before me, thus I learn how everyone is in the same boat, see eternity, an imaginary metaphor used in faith-based rehearsals instantiations of belief, to earn riches beyond belief, in faith to kill religiously faithful others, ferry otherwise than acceptable, the dead remember the living, ignorant, blind mischievous as feral cats, goes unsaid yet, in the same boat we sail, of one mind only, what to say of the past, I fill worthless books of dead wood, standing on shelves not knowing who will care to read these words worthless kindling ignites the fireplace only God, I imagine, and those elves run riot to save the whole world, insane soldiers ready to kill for little birds tough, tough men and women, born, full of grace enter the battlefield, all in a rush nobody cares how many die, the bane embarks on existence, as to annoy mustard seeds crushed with mortar and pestle yet, th...

Magic brings the Majestic Unicorn Magic is not simply the sleight of hand as witnessed by the audience at shows given our inability to make in the old fashioned way to create sand create land, create demand to attract brilliant possibilities as mind grows rich within poverty, let them eat cake invested in history, in moments neatly ordered as if time were a fact golden, malleable, to recreate dreams silent, hidden within truth, beyond light theatrics, pyrotechnics, the sky screams how the art of magic, far out of sight enters the vernacular as events Majestic is the Unicorn in dance as imaginary as a monk floats just sitting in meditation, creates emptiness, leaves no trace, a trance stationary as a statue, no scratch tickles the nose, no flies bother old goats in manifestations of dire straits creates beauty and kindness out of pain Unicorns symbolize the escape hatch necessary to imagine as real imagine as a mythical creature creates the magic as a dance to ...

No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise. Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College ~ Thomas Gray No more, say less, or say nothing only words in the way money is magical, puffing ominous clouds, so gray remember moments in the past empty skies, why does nothing last whenever I try to look back how pointless the whole world appears each day comes and goes, disappears road trip with a backpack each day, I open the front door ignorance everywhere given everyone knows the score no bliss to share nowhere ordinary, average, not wise realize that people tell lies ambition tries to fool others nothing in this world but nonsense clear a path to see the difference each to their own, brothers is wisdom difficult to see simply learn to discern bliss is but a drug, LSD long, slow distance, I earn interest by running miles sunny California, all smiles sunshine summer but all year round 'Tis a sweet land of liberty in Chicago, just bitter tea ...

So why in the world would you bring a child Stupid is, as they say, as stupid does obviously, you are delusional whimper and whine, when folly is your bliss hoes know ego rules the world, so it goes yes, all the attention, the world is yours indeed, let it bleed, you feel beautiful nervous to make a noise, soundless, you piss toilet water splashes, nobody hears heartless as a critic, theater whores each to their own, bitches, Old Scratch itches work hard to find a child at the ballet only who brings a child, stupid snitches revolving lights reflect the world of play light as a disco ball, everyone fears delight as to fancy wrongs so perfect wordlessly, you reject a cry so strong obviously, you seek to entertain understanding nothing but a defect lies full of character, face the mirror difficult to imagine why the throng yes, ignores their feelings, full of disdain obviously, they are in their right mind understand how the rules thrown out the door bitter almonds...

How to reconfigure what once took place only to imagine what is fiction wonder vicariously what occurs to people as characters in a space open a book as a mirror reflects reimagine events, a depiction encoded by expectation, time blurs coded moments transform, set on the page only this is the possible, effects negated in the real world are spooky finding hope in quantum reality in entanglement seems slightly kooky given the interconnectivity until influence becomes all the rage religion shapes the mind, indoctrinates elastic plasticity to instruct whimper and whine inside the mind, the hive hidden from all the buzz, coordinates associate faster-than-light, as twins together is better than in a duct ordinary, average, mundane, alive noticeably all alone, how to share creativity as a spark, who wins evidence of loneliness everywhere transform society with a paint stroke ordinary is different over there over there where no one is ever broke kindness is the rule,...

Is it too much to ask to let me cry slobber all over myself like a dog indeed, I must enjoy such misery to long for compassion, why do I try trust no one to understand or to care only, everyone understands, to jog only memories of loss, victory marches over the past, chances all lost understanding comes too late, do I dare cast a glance over my shoulder, look back how pointless, why must I remake the bed to imagine the impossible, frost over all the planet, cover mistakes as all are interconnected, they know simply how it feels when you hit the brakes killing time for no good reason, to show tragedy is as common as hope fed omelets first thing in the morning, breakfast light or heavy, as you please, just like cream emptied into a cup of black coffee tell me to reverse when the die is cast maybe I did the right things, but I doubt each time I remember, I long to scream cast out all desires, dream to be free remember to return, the chance to change yesterday, I w...

As a precursor of the afterlife so are our choices as the greatest test affluence as influence to decide preferences in style, to avoid strife receive our limitations with good grace even as hubris says give it a rest collective acceptance comes with much pride unless the collective are destitute received wisdom to convey in this space solemn followers believe in the book only, nothing is for certain, to act religious for the sake of how others look of course is blasphemy, as to attract fellow travelers who are less astute this wager, as to flip a coin to choose however arbitrary and random each life appears without meaning or sense ask why such differences exist and lose from the beginning the whole point to life to question and not to give thanks, phantom existence passes for experience remember better times and complain less little less than these moments full of strife if we can accept others as ourselves forgive hardships for everyone suffers each to their...

All too young to realize this duty left upon weak, fallen shoulders, shaken left broken, little bird, side of the road tough luck, first-world problems, slender beauty observe the car swerve into the past tense obey all the rules, had they not taken yesterday from Easter Mass to unload only to come earlier, more often until it is too late, the fog too dense never unfelt, unimagined, unseen green fields untended, unintended words till the fields, listen to the chatter, keen over meaning, understanding the birds rest, eyes cry, sorrow grave, sparrow asks when emptiness as a reflection, mirror as if to understand, mistakes unfold lightning moments captured, blurred the past in a bottle, heat and sunshine, nearer zips fast away, long gone, now out of sight empty the stale water, be no less bold thimble in a small hand, the die is cast honesty, a felt-sense, tumbles from eyes in loneliness, a hand, a touch, so light soft, gentle, swift and painless, fleeting, gone di...

When people snore, I want to eat their brains how utterly mindless, they are asleep except they do nothing, they are but sheep nothing but ignorant sheeple, these prawns people with monkey brains rattle their chains even their suffering, too loud, so cheap older they get, set in their ways, sad, deep people sleep, constantly mowing their lawns leave them to their grand mediocrity even if I could help, why would I, then snuff out their lights, dim bulbs, such a pity nothing but loud bores, again and again out in public, peacocks in the city rough sleepers, fellow travelers, but when enough is enough, how to tell people I want to find peace amongst the sheeple walk away from the need for violence ask the wannabe Roman Catholic now second in command, like poor Mike Pence terrible rationalizer, a prick terrible ideologue without sense old war profiteer in office, public ex-communicate egotist, how dense average advanced guard, Vance, a total dick to eat monkey brain...

They say, Jesus loves me, I know not why how should I know what they mean when they say everyone knows who Jesus is, the Son yes, the Son of the Lord, but who am I some foreigner, born in Bombay, no less as I have lived here, in the USA yes, almost all my life, my sense of fun Jesus, is lost, people come, people go everyone knows, this life, as you could guess somebody says, nothing lasts forever until they say, the eternal, this phrase summons ideas, the afterlife, never leave all your eggs, as a wager, in praise of heaven, the life eternal, they know vengeance is theirs, in this, I have no say each to their own, Jesus loves me, let go silly, I know but they kill in the name maybe say less, because, who are the They everyone knows but me, they go to war I wish I were a pacifist, I show kindness for I understand shame and blame nothing lasts forever, not day or night or darkness without light, as I deplore winners with no sense of humility neither not one theref...

Speak the truth, call the devil a liar Speak too loudly only in semaphore perhaps you do not understand the need even if the pilots landed elsewhere as if to crash land were a metaphor kindly, speak kindly of the dead, they say too little, say less, say nothing, succeed honestly and move on, but over there exactly where is that, now, say no more tragedy in the news, on the runway remember the dead fondly, speak kindly understanding tragic events explains the context-perspective of untimely haunting the narrative of landing planes catch a tiger by the tail, to deplore accountability in government lets the sinister fox out of the box lead us not into temptation, but delve too deeply and get lost, the details spent how to find balance in each moment each event seems out of balance, the fox dives into the foxhole, a book to shelve evil is just a word if the background visually remains obscured, to foment information for a revolution line the lawyers up against the...

All comes out in the wash let go, they say, let God left to question this mess cocorico, no cash only credit-debit maybe, spare the rod even spoil the child, bless such an understanding out of time to admit understanding gone wrong too strong to act humble insane amongst the throng need honey to bumble thoughtlessly, bees branding handing out concessions eventually, yield wield a mighty sword, Lord answer for impressions surface to air missiles horror to view the field literally, how bored everyone must be, sad trust none with initials given the new climate orders death notices they offer no debate hinder condolences everyone must be mad yes, nobody knows mind selective, endearing as for their hearing, gone yes, they say, we are blind liquid sunshine dreams melt ease a golden earring to watch the horizon Golgotha, Golgotha on the rood, what He felt denied by Cephas, thrice left to understand time emigrate, goodbye, spice forego a life of crime t...

Something always goes wrong only to remain chill must be calm and patient even while time is long thoughts arise, make a move how debts rise, pay the bill ignorance seems nascent necessary to test given, stuck in a groove ask me if this makes sense left in the lurch, perceive wait and see, fog is dense ask and you shall receive yes, fate, given it a rest suckers, the speaker says given the mind reflects only thoughts, intentions everyone in his gaze simple, no, just let go witness all the defects rely on inventions only, things fall apart no one knows why the flow goes well for some, no good only a little bird nervous, hungry for food leave me well alone, word yes, on the street, one art

On Endarkenment Dirkinōn , darken the azure, as eyes in the pools of blue skies, let in no light remember photons form an appearance kindness, Dirkinōn , what I say is lies in bad faith, we trust, the reverse is true negate the words of speech to set aright ō'aki, fly me to the moon, clearance not required for non-security dark side, not dark, far side, beyond the blue ask me, ask me not, ask me, ask me not remember, in love with me, never fall kick the colorless green ideas, the snot enjoy the blood on the driveway, recall notorious ball of obscurity trust not what I say to you, understand honesty is for the wicked, to scorn ephemeral phenomena, the real anxiety to perform, the demand zaboo is no taboo, but creative under duress, boredom, undead, unborn remember the blood in the driveway, feel ecstatic until the pills wear off, then azure skies above, thrive, who wants to live suffer from suffocation, the sorrow employs billions to exploit, make money y...

I was born in Bombay would that I could return as if I never left subtle difference, Broadway born to die, live to thrill one deserves a good turn remember how bereft neglected children feel instantly, poised to kill nobody cares a lick Bolsheviks on the whole ordinary, relic made to serve a lost goal burdened with past appeal as they say, I was born yes, in Bombay, forlorn

All about my wife, all about myself As I could not understand, then, but now leftovers in the refrigerator love comes with a flash of lightning and goes as quickly as it came, as if a blow browbeaten into submission, silence obey the rules, observe, and learn later understand the hidden, a river flows time is of the essence, wasted, now gone misery, as they say, loves nescience yet, I am culpable for my actions wonders never appear to leave a mark in the brevity of marriage, factions form against happiness, what set the spark embittered by a choice, a voiceless swan ask not for wedding vows, ask to be strong let go, move on, do not reflect on time let the past be the past, divorce in place alas, say less, say nothing, I was wrong by a mile to think, even imagine others and myself were alike, my crime understood as a vice, to seek disgrace to sabotage our happiness, our luck muck about, ask for more, a twisted grin yet, feelings and thoughts are not deeds, the bo...