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

Jesus, Colleen, for real? What do you mean? everyone acts as if they understand son of a bitch, what am I doing here understanding nothing, nothing not seen suck it up, you met her, once is enough Colleen, you came by my work, grains of sand overflow the glass like suds in my beer leave me be, Jesus, what now do you want learned scholar, hidden in plain sight, rough edges appear natural, broken glass emerges from the ground like hot lava not unlike fire coals, do I dare pass for fuck's sake, what do you expect, Java only God knows, the holy spirits haunt reality for me, Fathers and Sons read another book of literature eat breakfast, never, get on with my day angry, nothing makes sense, the hot cross buns leftover from Good Friday, cold and hard What makes this religion, for all, a cure help me understand, Colleen, what you say ask me, will this matter in twenty years talk about walking the line, a glass shard difficult to remove, embedded, flesh of my flesh,...

The emptiness lies beside me in bed how what was there before is now no more energy, where does it go, after death enter the irreversible, misled maybe by past beliefs, the afterlife perhaps by reincarnation, a store time recycles lost souls, the final breath inspires non-attachment to sorrow non-attachment to suffering, the knife enters the body, a stick of butter simply gutted, the absence reigns supreme supremacy does not make things better love makes us human, fragile as a dream if I wake up and find nothing, Sparrow enlightenment is a meaningless game sudden-gradual illumination blooms out of right effort, do the right thing expect nothing in return, shame and blame set up each of us who expect results in my bed, a noise factory station disappeared never to return, birds sing enticing the other, a trap, we fall maybe we want love and death, without faults enter resurrection, I turn a leaf if not to believe in leaves in the books nothing but lightness, anot...

The dead man walking sees before his eyes his whole life flash in a moment, he walks enters the antechamber, sits down, smokes diminished capacity, a disguise enter into a pact, a narrative as it goes, difference seeks out she who talks differently but listens, was it a hoax maybe, he will never know, what makes sense as the minutes pass, time is up, to give necessarily, unnecessary windows to view the imminent future as the moment creeps, opinions vary little does he understand, with no cure kindness keeps the skipper out of nonsense in an instant, minutes really, death comes no one else blinks, business as usual given the phrase, commit a crime and die see the past, shut it down, with all the slums enter the age of discontent, hell-bent entertainment, anything goes, how cool spring seems outside, why did he make her cry brutal affect, up the river, sever even forever ties, time, heaven-sent forget the man, left alone, in the box only, he seems quite tame, now,...

As if this lifelong life were all along An afterlife,… ~ A.E. Stallings from The Fiftieth Danaid --- As if, at the end of this life, we die such is this world, a giant question mark if this world itself were heaven or hell for money, we are told, one big fat lie this may be it, one life to live, then done how anyone could believe, (just a lark) in good faith, in something else, ring a bell something about an angel getting wings livelong, livestrong, make money, or make none in time, we outlive all our friends, alone view this life as magic to celebrate empty of all meaning, talk on the phone little else left to do, why get irate or get upset over nothing, what brings nervous little people to the ocean given outer space is a sea, in search life, extraterrestrial life, a joke in this world, they rob us blind, emotion fills in the gaps, entertainment, we seek exactly this, why be left in the lurch were we the other animals, how broke empty coffers at church, an offe...

I kiss her goodbye, why should I cry, why karma is not kindness, not intentions if the body is interconnected silence across the web, I say goodbye suffer the confusion, I understand honestly, nothing in this world, pensions emptied through fraud, whoever inspected religion as the new faith in the web goodness deliberates on falling sand of the hourglass, the hours that pass obviously become days, weeks, months, years decades become time lost, lost to the jazz blue notes bent, heaven sent, why all the tears yesterday, I put down my cat, the ebb enters back into the flow, Tsunami where did she go, she went, went with the flow how can I not shed a tear in public yet, society frowns, as the kami shudder to think humans show their feelings how with the spontaneous overflow of emotions recollected to click under conditions of tranquility liberty to appeal to the dealings determined before birth, circumstances I cannot understand, to interpret creatively, tea leaves,...

Nothing will ever be the same again Now that The Growltiger is gone, I see on the table, what was once, my furball that spirit leaves the body once we die hinges in the bathroom door squeak, the key in the hole is absent, who needs a lock now that my sassy cat, whimpered her small growl to hiss at Juju, my black cat, cry willow, weep if you must, I see all time in this short narrative, comes as a shock leave me be, leave me well alone, so sad leave the dead limb without leaves on the tree even if these twigs form a web, my bad visions from a real dreamcatcher, I flee ever so angry at the world, this crime really must hit the brakes, stop on a dime bees in the hive murder their queen, unseen ever since I was small, death makes no sense that we leave our bodies, systems shut down how when we flip the switch, where has she been ever since I was small, I understood sadness is bad, offers no sustenance anger is a tool, but only a clown makes the same mistake twice, on...

The sun never rises and never sets Though, they also perpetuate their lies how they make believe with their fairy tales each to their own, their faith is industry sun, ninety-three million miles past blue skies until they stop telling stories, always nonsense to entertain adults with sales never better, they try and fail, they try each to their own, again and again, fail versions of the same, madness, but who says each to their own, unto the grave, we die reincarnation or the afterlife religion perpetuates the same lie inflates the ego, stab me with a knife suck ups, sycophants, just let me set sail each to their own, give the dog a Milk-Bone stay away from me, your humanity argues for conflict, violence, and war nothing more profitable than postpone decisive action for property rights nobody cares except for vanity each to their own, everyone knows the score versions of success, where everyone fails each to their own, when under the bright lights release is jus...

Her mystery eyes saw across the street emptiness, a figure, a man quite lost reality brought him to his senses maybe he felt her eyes focus a beat yes, it had been a long time, now but then stirring up the honey lowers the cost the value of sugar, see the fences each day, he secures them, a metaphor reality is not, but then again yes, the universe knows he is hungry exactly, how noticeable, even yes, from afar, a woman sees, angry except, not on the surface, calm in zen suffering and full of sorrow, no more say less, say no more, say nothing at all answers to his prayers as an atheist words, pejorative, dusty, little birds answers to her prayers, believe in the small creation of the universe, he waves his hand reality waves back, picks up the slack over the short expanse of the asphalt suffer the little children, broken wrist slide the razor blade up the arm, no words theater is without bad faith, no fault how accidents and divorce shape the land except how d...

I knew one day this day (would) come, Harlem I am not a prophet of bad conscience kingdom come, will be done on earth, heaven nods off, listens to jazz, Sonny Rollins end of an era, our correspondence wanes after death, A Great Day in Harlem on a day like this, natural, seven no one knows when their time will come, who wins everyone cries for what reason, for tears decide our fate, our emotions, the gem aspires to rise above but falls down yes, away but to where, move on, we pass theatrical, this life, upside-down frown how a legacy born, lets go, en masse in time, we recognize our loss, our fears stuck on a blue note, bent without purpose decision-making swayed by emotions asinine as a donkey brays, defeat yes, death wins, without sense, sit on the bus wait, why are we stranded, sit on the fence only God knows nothing is uneven unless we cleansed the doors of all our sins lifted the burden weight, nothing more dense deafening blows, a child pulls at my hem cons...

For Johann Gonzalez You will want to agree to disagree only, I will take the high road and leave understanding principled behavior will get you nowhere in business, you see if you choose to follow and to listen leave me well alone, then, I want to grieve life surrounded by others, nothing more want to make a bet, the genius in art answers to the senseless, blissful in zen nothing but nothingness to understand transmit on the wireless telegraph tormented by my brother, blur the hand observe the past, like a film, have a laugh agree to disagree, lies, you old fart given life is nasty, brutish and short remember, defense mechanisms guide each person in the world, in their choices enter humanity, best to abort to imagine everywhere poverty observe billionaires without any pride distant intergalactic stars, voices invented by science for industry science explains what my auntie Gertie aspired to reveal by example given the mystery in platitudes realize they tell li...

For someone with a contemplative mind observe the past with attention to pain relationships arise to analyze such as when others get to share their time observe past events with a rueful eye maybe time shared was full of shame and blame each to their own, jealousy, a disguise observe emotions as ephemeral nothing more than fleeting winds in the sky each to their own, attach only to clouds witness majestic beauty in vistas if proximity details and enshrouds the grandeur of sites seen at a distance honor and cherish the gifts that seem small ask the woman on the mountain how snow covers the area in a blanket observe how and why she lives in a cave notions of right and wrong both come and go templates of the real world just disappear events become less meaningful, regret marks each moment with loss, things not to save perhaps, to understand a bird in flight language becomes a game found within fear as communication is key, unlock time as a door, as a portal, a hole...

Say goodbye to my sassy cat, she came after my girlfriend and I met, she stayed yes, both of them, for sixteen years, she left good girl, little sweetie tabby, she got old, her teeth rotten, an abscess, she won over her old man, her papa, she made deals with the Devil to protect, she taught by example, her hiss and growl, she kept yes, everyone in check, feisty, she knew everyone lives in fear, this day, she said telepathically to my brain, she spoke only to me, as if I knew, she saw my eyes, full of love and sorrow, she cried yes, a pathetic mew, so soft, she died sassy, little feral half-pint, she loved a broken man, full of mistakes, she snuck secretively, into my heart, she weaved suffering in a tapestry, she ate yesterday after yesterday, she gained capital as an investor, she earned advantage over other cats, she screamed to catch my attention, my ears, she burned silently, as the Growltiger, she sneezed horribly, as she got older, she slept each night, ne...

If I found the secret to happiness If ever, as if, I could find, once lost found discarded, in the open, treasure I am a dreamer, over the rainbow foundling orphan, wishful thinking, the cost of the price of admission, to belong under the banner, the flag of pleasure nothing I would ever know of, to grow depressed, diminished by the past, downcast the secret to happiness, to be strong however right or wrong, my intentions enter the fray of battle, nerves on edge secrets, behind closed doors, interventions each more brutal than the last, on the ledge cast a look down, remember, life moves fast realize, I will never be so light ever so light, to skip like a young girl to see her long hair bounce in the night air to happiness, I toast my friends, I fight only tears, an old crab full of sorrow happiness ephemeral as a pearl as fleeting as friendships, nothing as fair perhaps as change itself, as time unfolds perhaps, I am a curmudgeon, Sparrow if Little Bird, in a w...

How not to be, cool Heavens to Murgatroyd, Snagglepuss says ol' skool, Yogi Bear Show, so long ago whoa, say less, Puma pink, Speedcat OG no way, original gangster, unfazed orbits within elliptical circles tonal deafness, Mos Def says, Thar she blows totally cool, Valley Girl, she OD overdose, close but no cigar, horseshoes better hand grenades, overcome hurdles endless obstacles, Gaṇeśa removes coolsticks with angel dust, PCP flies observe how many dance in vinyl grooves on the head of a pin, medieval skies liquid sunshine dazzle, she sings the blues

Ars longa, vita brevis Art, as Kos says, is long, and life is short remember, swear an oath to do no harm swear on the grave of your mother, brother liquid sunshine dazzles an aorta obviously, the visual cortex nothing but the devil in the machine give it some thought, this is about a death as long as you see the fire alarm view it as if you would see the other in the afterlife, after their last breath take a moment to breathe, see the Codex as if God and the Devil were obscene believe nothing but lies they teach in school remember, the hidden, the truth they hide externally, we see what is given view the coffin, the corpse inside, so cool indeed, to touch, to kiss goodbye, my bride such is life, such is fate, unforgiven

This extravagant journey, we take, soon That anyone, I know, I know, on board has misgivings, reservations, boredom in a word, in this world full of beauty so much to offer each person, so bored extra extra, read all about it, no xénoi to the meaning, to the kingdom trust in the gods, or God, as our duty relax, I know, I know, while on this ship as you see it, you are in the big show views differ in this respect, this planet as a magical unicorn, offers gifts abundant to inhabitants, bet as soon as we question our place, coffers not sunken but buried, get hip, get hip turn up with the turnips, the beets, deep red just as before, everything is right here on this extravagant journey, we pay until we die, we earn money, make bread rhubarb starter, the sourdough mother now everyone has a mother, I fear everyone born lives with no voice to say yes or no, or maybe, or maybe not wonders all around, yet all are other everyone, a stranger, in the same boat take a momen...

Da Raw Dog Runner Da man no know what he say outloud, nah ask me, Meg say, she be a gem, so fine Raw Dawg Runna Boi say, gonna raw dog an his hot hot running partner right deh wow, he say, he gonna raw dog da race Dawg, da race be de marathon, rewind only he try on shoes, new shoes, no smog goddammit, so happy, he fuck his friend Runna Woman, hot hot, too hot, sweet face until my ears, deh burn, outloud he say no way he know what raw dog mean, I think no way he fuck his friend no condom, bey except maybe he hint, he need a shink really, behind da times, I be, pretend

— The Irish are the [*******] of Europe, lads. ~ p. 9. The Commitments by Roddy Doyle To say this word is racist, in a word however, to whomever it applies exactly this word, James Stewart, you ask Ireland, The Irish are the n-word relax, I am not Black, but James Stewart in a word, believes rhetorical lies suck shit and die, he cannot run, the task honestly, is too much for him, Slim Jim as for libel, even slander, depart rest assured that bitch was never my friend except, none of you are either, so there theta, eta, psi, omega, the end honestly, Ian, you cunts were unfair explicitly, uncool, unkind, and dim now, to drag Roddy Doyle into this mess in a word, I quote the author, one line given without asterisks or brackets given freely in eighty-seven, guess everyone spoke freely before I met relax, Jim would have to admit a fine suckers, a Black man with no soul, rackets of non-self, anattā, the Buddha spoke for even the Godfather of Soul, bet Europeans love...

One Nation, indivisible, except now when no one is looking, under God even He, like Justice, turns a blind eye Nothing but the Gold Standard to accept as, without principles, changes the law to imagine, in a bog, digging sod if the poet saw his father, goodbye onion field, hello murder and true crime nothing but the changeable, a crab claw until history shows an ugly face no one cares unless it makes them angry divided by ideology, grace enters to sweep away the ghosts, hungry relatively unsettled by deep time

Speed, obviously [...] Such is our perceptions to confer joy particular within the emotions expressing effortlessness, hawk in flight each to their own, delusion is a toy difference in our opinions, no debate only agree to differ, the oceans build up slowly with lies, to our delight views change, though El Niño climates remain idiocentric rhetoric, checkmate obviously, I lose the argument understanding the dead poet, her words sound even for logic, tritones augment little hawk, noiseless, predatory birds yet, I argue for poetry, pea brain

Dead drummers go to heaven or hell, dear Decidedly, to practice for decades each to their own design, their body type accept the conditions that precede life death arrives without forewarning, in spades drummers are born, I am not a poet relax, the muse wakes me when words are ripe unless, old Doktor Faustus , full of strife my dreams died when I sold my full drum kit maybe it was never meant to be set each to their own, as constellations form relax, stellar nurseries from the start sole purpose is to shine, inside the dorm ghosts of drummers past, who lay down their art on skins or heads in beats, primeval wit to heaven or hell, dear, a metaphor of course, in bad faith, was my intention how to write a poem, wake up from heat each to their own, I ask, what is the score as repetition builds, difference makes versions of the real within detention each to their own, I met Alan, we beat nearly everything together, until old school brothers move on from all the fakes ...

Never mind the woman with perfect feet even if she appears in a movie venues and nightclubs with tequila shots even if she remembers me, how sweet realize, I am a broken machine mindlessly full of thought, fool me, groovy instantly, the universe, full of bots never mind boys assaulting mannequins dial on the radio, never so mean that I could no longer talk or take a walk how around the block, what everyone knows each to their own, pavement covered in chalk work until practice makes perfect, wind blows over flowers left in the rubbish bin man, symmetry in the body, unknown as a professional, I laugh to see noiselessly, the wind blows past the glass pane windows provide transparency, deep down in the basement, more shoes, try on and run the woman with perfect feet, smiles at me how, for a moment, I feel quite insane pretend that I am not just an old man energy dissipates, no longer fun realize, for other people, the joy found in a connection, she and her friend e...

On the Hotel Red Line, nobody cares nobody gives a damn, choices once made that we try to make the grade, that we try however, how to help if no one shares each to their own, forget me not, a trace How am I to know why some choose to fade objects in mirror are closer, we cry to watch our pets suffer, but homeless sheep each to their own, values from outer space literal misfortune, the sleeper car Relax, the mayor of Chicago got this except they never have, they no go far decisions to neglect problems, we kiss Liquid sunshine dazzle, people too cheap in this world we live in, oh, what a mess nobody cares, move on, time to go home each to their own, work tomorrow, money nobody gives a damn, I sneeze, you bless only the entitled, privileged to live but rarely to offer pilgrims in Rome old clothes, a place to stay, milk and honey decisions made, how did they end up here yet, what does it matter, who will survive careless, without a thought, not for others as life, t...

Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity When the Disorganization Bureau hides the keys to success inside a box everything becomes a calamity no one knows when time goes against the flow that the Director knows where the keys hide how to find this person, as a stone fox emulates just sitting without pity Diónysos in ecstasy reveals inside the box hides the keys, full of pride simplicity guides with razor in hand only what is necessary, remove rubbish as soon as possible, as sand grows in the hourglass, the time to prove anxiety shows as banana peels needlessly tossed on the ground, as to slip insanity into the fold of care zebras stop before the white line to cross ambition and hubris create the drip trust humanity knows nothing, to see inside parsimony, to face unfair organization tactics, meet the boss nobody knows this faceless figurehead Bureau directors come and go, a bee under the bonnet, an idea, to find rest in activity, at the limit each person knows the threshold...

You can get angry at the world but I observe the flow of water through floodgates unless you understand how the oceans create tsunamis, the circle of pi at the ring of fire, tectonic plates not only shift with undersea earthquakes given how karma and the emotions extricably tied in a knot, release terrible damage, channeled into lakes as energy pools inside the body no one foresees the lash that strikes the horse given the shadow of the whip, dowdy regal in mind, but frumpy and too coarse yes, the old-fashioned nag desires peace aspire to do better and yet fail to say an understatement, that is life that the world is incomprehensible how impossible to grasp as you flail effortlessly, until the finish line win or lose, someone must but not a knife offered to cut and yet incapable really, to slice through the trauma, the past lingering conditions set up the fine dimensions of space-time, of grated cheese but Pecorino Romano tastes sharp until it melts into pasta,...

To beat the well-trodden path unlike Frost over and over until we both meet beat my feet into the ground to spring each time over and over again, lost amongst humanity, I fall and bleed to heal the body, white frost must I greet thoughtfully as if on a case to bring humanity back from the edge of death exactly why, I do not care, to feed well-cared for cats as familiar as grass each time that I walk barefoot through the park leave me to hate poetry as I pass lifetime after lifetime, as on a lark tragic to look back, relax, take a breath record the pedestrian world, a curse observed through the karma of my past lives deny myself the joy others enjoy deny myself the fruits of writing verse each time, my labor lost to dissipate nothing gained, at what cost, the sharpest knives portray this life and world as dull, oh boy as if I could care more, I could care less thoughtlessly, I seek to reciprocate how much pain and trauma my mind perceives unlike Bob, the trickste...

For the love of strange Papa Kitty Forget that he is riding the Red Line or that he is running late for work, now really none of this means anything much thoughtful or thoughtless, everything is fine he is in pain from falling while running each day is misery, a sacred cow love is a blessing, or a curse, as such only everything hurts, slow healing scrapes virtually forgotten, always gunning each day, just to get by, until he dies of course, his cats make him happy, or sad for such is this world, full of hungry cries supper on the way, try not to get mad take a moment to breathe, enjoy some crêpes right from the pan, with raspberries and cream angelheaded hipsters dance as wolves howl never mind the commute, wholly mundane given the layers to peel, why not scream evidently, she appears too pretty Papa Kitty rarely ever to scowl at this beautiful world, but how inane perhaps, her selective hearing pretends asinine, a ridiculous donkey Kiss the kitties when he get...

Love as a concept or an emotion only arrives when I least expect care volatile sensations passions arouse enchantment and then years of devotion absent of sentiment, while decades pass solitude, in any fashion, to share as loneliness and longing builds, to browse creative writing off-site getaways only who wants to work with Robert Hass now, he signed a book of poetry co-signed by Czesław Miłosz, the author except, I will never give it a try poetry as a profession, offer theater majors a desk job, who says organized crime does not pay, to sell books really, an absurd joke, here, please, read this avenues of deceit, Provinces sold not as well as The Separate Notebooks exactly when I fell in love with words maybe more-so-than women that I kiss only to appear young, virile, and bold time proves otherwise as such is the case if the world is all that there is, the birds only heard before dawn, as I walk home no longer in Hyde Park, a memory only if proximity, Burni...

I was born in Bombay, it means nothing well, next to nothing, except to millions and millions of other people, back then still trying to thrive, eke out a living but I have never been to India or, should I say, been back, but for squillions return, I must, to breathe foul air again no, such hyperbole, taken for truth indeed, I do not care, for Lydia now knows how sinister the bourgeoisie Bourbon neat, no ICE, please, not on the rocks or, as a deportee, or retiree maybe I can swim there, right off the docks brilliant idea, no, maybe, in my youth ah, double entendre, from Chicago yes, no problem, Leander, long ago if Salman Rushdie asked me to return then, to Midnight's Children , the Stonewall Inn maybe, Greenwich Village, Christopher Street even if I am not gay, will I burn angels dance, how many, a good question no, fruitless, except for living in sin sick, hateful, Catholic priests, walk the beat nonsense, no queer priests, forgive Father Gus ordinary pe...

The funny thing is not funny at all This happens, exactly like this, by chance how we meet, at a party, on the train et cetera, our eyes meet, we connect funny thing, we know, eyes meet, at a glance understanding what is to come, unknown now, missed opportunities come again never the same, is this difference suspect yet, we long to repeat the game as fun though, excitement is addictive, wind blown hair looks better in the moment, how cool incredible to see, at the Red Line nobody can say, I am not a fool given my background, alcoholic, fine if I am not perfect, so be it, son sweet to hear from you again, my dear friend now, how the phenomenal world is strange only, I pretend not to understand to admit, I am the devil, please send flowers, for I feel grave, these words you save until they dry, upside-down, out of range not simply out of sight, thus, out of hand not simply out of mind but like a bird yes, how far you have come to see my grave angels surround their...

Conquer obstacles to achieve success Conqueror of darkness, of emptiness obstacles removed, hurdles overcome nervous to succeed, to accept failure question the meaning of life, penniless understanding that the love of wisdom emulates poverty, life in a slum rage against poetry as sinecure oblique references as strategies behold the failures of the caste system symbolic patronage offers a gift tasteless as the privilege of rich people away with the entitled few, this rift conquered by mediocrity, sheeple left without friends, alone, casualties embark on adventure with bold conker shatter the hopes of all around to win travel with the conqueror of forty orbits swirl, the Philistines to ponder asinine donkey ears hear what they fear chonky cat, full of treats, the eye is thin how to pass through the mind of a shorty insolent to others but to the tribe exact and cool as Kind of Blue, endear variants of the lie as to explain ego as bruised, existence as short-lived...

When Little Bird wakes the fuck up how are you going to explain even to save your sorry skin now what to do, drink from the cup Little Bird is all grown up now if you act like a total pain to skate then where the ice is thin to treat badly, what memories lick salt, eat grass, better a cow endlessly remove obstacles Brilliant! Wake up or Little Bird is full of intentions, hackles raised, aroused by scent, in a word deign to say, what accessories wake up, wake up, where to begin as you well know, before the end kindness like a kick in the head endgame to come, first to open so sorry, if you cannot choose the fuck you know how to defend homeless, helpless, hopeless, in bed extended on seats on the train forgotten by the world, you lose understanding, nothing makes sense call out to Little Bird, you dare kiss the air, cheek to cheek, defense understood, your body, to care pray tell, your life thrown down the drain

Share the Wealth by Hungry Ghosts Sharon, technically, Rose of Sharon, called harrowing as it was, at the bookstore after Lynn, technically, Jennifer Lynn regal, committed suicide, I bawled every human being makes their own choice theater of thaumatūrgus, before his resurrection from the dead, kingpin emerges triumphant, but she is gone Wealth is meaningless without friends, her voice emulated Lauren Bacall, smoky as cigars and cognac, a low timbre liquid oxygen to my ears, low-key theater of miracles, of wonder haunted by the cat in the box, at dawn burnt by the sun, undeserving, I fall yes, into confusion, my blood runs cold Haunted by hunting dogs, I am a stag until I understand, Erwin, I bawl nothing but narrow-minded people here given the world of hungry ghosts, I fold religious pamphlets to burn as a gag yes, they take this seriously, I laugh Ghosts are imaginary, as I fear hold hands with Jennifer after she cries only if I could have made her happy stil...

This is not a novel, let me repeat history cannot repeat itself, now is the flow of time a blockage, a dream stories tell a narrative of defeat is memory itself a memory sit in meditation, get up and bow no one else in the room, let out a scream others enter, full of concern, they care to say this life is but a reverie a waking dream, absorbed in the details nothing but the beautiful distractions observe how, in this world, history fails volumes written, no account transactions elbow my way through the room, do I dare let them say what they want, arms akimbo let me display authority, a joke even without a precedent, actions talk through the mushrooms and the trees, window timorous view, the wind communicates intentions before history, I poke my friend the bear to see the attractions every ride at the amusement park speaks repetitively, the bear hibernates each time I poke my friend, the bear, he cries perhaps he needs his sleep, his beauty rest each time I poke...