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

This man you want to fuck with, not at all how you choose, how you try, why do you care in this world, hurt people hurt inside out shit happens but with no need for ill will many survive, no struggle and no strife as each day comes and goes, they aspire neither too high, nor too low, feel the boot you taste leather and steel, what is the point observe this man, he wrongs no one, why chafe under the rub of rules you understand warn you not to run up against, why break against the wind, to change what in the end nobody bothers with because the brook turns this way, why reroute the drowned Hellespont torture learned, why commit to memory observe this man, he follows what is right fuck not with the ugliness in your mind understand what you seek is plain scary cold, sociopathic behavior lacks kindness, loving-kindness, this life you wrote witness your original face, displace ideas of harm, the alarm set to call the police for no good reason, this cell home for lifetim...

I am sorry but I do not believe in love as an anarchist and an atheist, I wait mostly for revolution or my final breath so much for politics or my own death, I live on my own terms with my own decisions, this life remains absurd as the futility of war raw images of death and destruction, a broth yellow with yolk for egg drop soup yet red with blood bitter almonds, dark blue enamel, cyanide until next time, when we meet up again in France to remember all the lives lost to fascism I do not know if you have read The Little Prince do I care if you speak words full of sarcasm only if you do harm as you do when you bleed not now, honey, you can see I have a headache only if I could run away, this world is hell to pretend it is all a dream is delusion believe what they tell you to think, I see an oak each to their own in the grand scheme of things but time leaves nothing but sweeps away specks of dust, too small invisible to the naked eye, a lesion emerges on the surface ...

for Amanda I wanted to tell you that I love you wanted to tell you just before we left and I would never talk to you again never is a long time, what could I do ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty years essentially, a child, I am bereft decisions based on emotions, no gain tortured by my older brother, to think only if I were an only child, tears tell the world of consequences, sorrow each time I look back at my childhood, sad literature would make me a sparrow little boy in London, never glad, mad yes, angry and insane, I need a drink only I go for a run, or just sit under the linden tree and meditate that you may have laughed at a little boy how a little girl in her playhouse lit a match to remember a memory to remember an event past its date I remember disgrace without much joy love is sacred, honest and true, not lies only to suffer loss in a story versions of the truth tease their way to light emptiness is what is missing, long gone you appeared for a momen...

Must be nice to be beautiful and young Maybe, decades ago, I felt the same understanding my future self as mind still as a placid lake, I ache to feel terrible at best, is it all a scheme believe in grains of sand, all seem alike each individual falls on command neutral tones in the fall, only a fool ignorant in folly, wisdom keeps bliss censoriously at arm's length, a lake emerges from below, everywhere calm torrential rain, nobody cares, puddles overwhelming the land, muddy golem better to connect, play ping-pong, paddles engage in symbolic combat, I bless beautiful typhoons in the Pacific empty the mind, palpable as the wind access to the breath of life before death unbelievably naive, in effect timorous as a hanta virus mouse if I could tap a top hat with a wand full of the idea of magic, a tooth underneath a pillow waits for money left in exchange for faith as to amaze answer me why AI sits in a tomb not unaware of the news in Le Monde different but n...

This body, in fact, always in motion however, this is but an appearance in fact, motion is simply perception sensation, cognition, and devotion belief in the dimensions of space-time override the suspension, in a trance deceived by delusions, this deception yellow journalism would call real life indeed, not off the mark but a true crime not to realize what is illusion forget for now how the real world appears as you sit on the train, an intrusion comes from the emergency door, the gears turn to comprehend this matter of strife alright, you are alone except for harm listen, hurt people hurt people, watch out ways to stop a sticky situation ask for assistance, set off the alarm yes, the other is real and a danger strangers everywhere come and go, to shout ignorant words will do no good, station necessarily, near the doors to leave maybe all of this is a dream, stranger on the threshold, at the limit of sense time, in a linear sequence, unfolds in the mind of a bu...

A Couple of Polish Country Bumpkins After the wall fell in the east, the flood considering the samizdat culture ordinary literature fell out under the circumstances, did I brood ponder the wealth of censored dissidents language reflects the mind of the vulture elicit satori as the wolves pout old men never wrote of the Resistance fought in Warsaw, or helped fight, in some sense Poland, after World War I, the Great War old lands reclaimed, regained independence land grab centuries ago by three stones institutions as kingdoms out for blood shelves of history books, written by crones how they shape the future, all for the good countermeasures taken, settle the score ordinary men rise above the past until the powers that be criticize nations through ideology, three crones try their best to design the die they cast rolling through history, men disappear yet the news writes nothing about the rise business acquisitions by dissolved stones umpires decide the fate of n...

Her son left in a body bag. The New drug war A Teen Autopsy Marks the Arrival of a Deadly Drug in San Francisco City officials — and one determined mother — are working to stop the spread of cychlorphine, which is far more potent than fentanyl. By Heather Knight Reporting from San Francisco Sept. 14, 2026 https://www.nytimes.com/2026/09/14/us/san-francisco-autopsy-cychlorphine.html --- Things that were meaningful and important Things that were meaningful and important hinge on the fact, nothing lasts forever indeed, it underscores and foreshadows not only impermanence, a portent given as an idea to contemplate sit, meditate, reflect on the never that attachment left in a body bag hat in hand, her son, to apologize at that point, non-attachment left the room the EMT took the corpse, a dish rag were it not so, sodden with drug abuse existence precedes essence, the self lies restless, hidden in plain sight, full of gloom emptiness becomes palpable, no truce meaningf...

Our recidivist reincarceration Only, yes, we were innocent both times under racial profiling policies recidivism is the goal, for sure reincarnation, confined for our crimes each time, we get out for the worst, reborn causes and conditions, in colonies in groups, as animals, without a cure decisions shape actions through intentions intentions and volition shape our scorn visions of how life could be otherwise imagination in prison, this earth still, the alternative is fiction, lies tear a page from...the book, before our birth really, before we were conceived, mentions exactly, the networks set up to see imagine thoughts arise, change and cease, stream normalcy on the TV screen, to watch causality, gratis, without a fee as reincarnation as in rebirth reborn not as ourselves but as a dream cancel culture destroyed our chance to hatch enigmatic plots, to plant seeds, to grow rational minds, not as heaven on earth as if one fiction was never enough time outside an...

‘ We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.’ ~ William Butler Yeats ‘Anima Hominis’ in  Per Amica Silentia Lunae , 1918. --- Welcome to the grey, the red, and the black endlessly bickering, squirrels quarrel making quite a ruckus, losing focus appearances during lunchtime, a fact kings and queens of the quad wait on the grass expecting free handouts, against the wall orders not to feed the wildlife, I guess understanding the administration to offer food to animals, address objective intentions, consequences forms of volition, ideology thank your lucky stars, you must build fences honesty is the best psychology even as squirrels bark, a vacation questionable at best is a good start until someone mentions retirement as wishful thinking takes over my brain remember that I have decades of hurt remember that I have no faith in life every time, I offer a nip of mint little buddy, Juju Kitty, once lean witnesses th...

Within this observable universe invisible to telescopic sight thinly veiled and yet still misunderstood hinterland, observed as to reimburse if not to reinforce what is unknown needless suffering, potato late blight this speculation, each monk wears a hood history follows the money, the lies invented Hollywood, E.T. phone home search for extraterrestrial intel organized by the dumbest criminals behold the government for a short spell search for intelligence, what infidels elastic as the speed of light, the skies reveal poverty here on earth, no sense visions of wealth, egos without limits arguments are useless, everyone dies belief in faith-based religions, pretense leading the witness, all societies emerge hopeful to meet rich little shits under the present regime, no disguise no need to hide their greed, their avarice intelligence is not theirs to find, please view the upside-down world, searching outside exceptions to the rule, people still try religion is n...

Strange, as a teen, I did not realize Silly me, not to be born as Buddha transcend this world and all phenomena reality becomes present-at-hand arguments lost sit within a mudra no gaining thoughts sit within emptiness given loving-kindness, Philomena everything, you see, castles made of sand as a child, how I did not realize sorrow as suffering and loneliness aggression masks the triggers of the past terror feeds upon past trauma, mama every day is the same, the die is cast everyone looks the other way, llama notes our delusions of grandeur, surprise I was born in Bombay, as you may know difficult to forgive, not knowing why innocence as a child destroyed by chance destroyed by choice, Performance, a game show nothing but ten years of horror and shame obviously, I must transcend the sky touch a cloud, as ships pass, a look askance rebounds off the backboard, off the blackboard enter grade school, already crushed, to blame another for my fate, I have no voice l...

Your death affected so many people only, at the time, I could not process until decades later, an old man now remembering your decision, simple done deal, maybe you saw no other choice even if I were happy, I confess as the years pass, I feel lost, I feel slow that I could not foresee how life plays out how after three decades, I found my voice acceptance of the facts is not easy forgiveness is even harder than loss forget what took place, I get so queasy embracing the impossible, I toss coins in the air, heads, I win, tails, I pout teddy bear gone, tears on my pillow, doubt empties the church, faith rings from the steeple dying at such a young age, if I knew somehow, nobody saw what was coming obvious in hindsight, like a dimple maybe you smiled the last time we hung out as if I could remember, I was blue nothing I could do to help you, humming your favorite tune, I never knew, no time perhaps, after six months, maybe, no doubt every single one of your friends ...