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

In India, I was born in Bombay, no longer called that but instead, Mumbai. It doesn't matter what the government needs, to me, to make the people happy; diminishing returns is a factor in productivity, efficiency and growth as when overpopulation, I imagine presents needs for concern...what do I know, I left as an infant, a baby in an airplane for Heathrow, sitting pretty for a South Asian tyke, beggar belief, I would never return, ornery little boy in the New World, reality constantly changes time, no one knew that I wanted to return, if it mattered, which it did but didn't, no one cared what I wanted as a child. Bugger all, such vulgarity, common, ordinary, average, inferior, mediocrity, mediocrity, blame the victim, let the perpetrators, as victims in themselves, go free, no time; yes, it takes one for the cycle to end.

Inside the bouncy house of childhood dreams no one touches but imagines senses senses felt as a slap or a tickle inside the bouncy house, everyone screams defenseless children punch and kick their way each day towards adulthood, stained fences touch without touching, feelings so fickle hot giardiniera cheese pizza, a slice enters the mouth, a child cries, as they say brilliant minds think alike, laugh at abuse ontological authenticity understands perpetrators in its use narrative non-attachment to pity creates the ideal conditions for ice yellow snow in Chicago, have a taste horror of horrors, pranks last forever objective correlatives evoke pain understanding nothing but lives in haste snorting cocaine and smoking dope, to trace each moment in reverse, as to sever objective reality from insane foreign dignitaries to India childhood inside the bouncy house, what grace holds memories in zero gravity in outer space on a lunar base, time loses all meaning, Rolex, ...

If I could write a novel to describe for instance, childhood experiences I could imagine what it would be like certainly speculation, to imbibe on the fruit in the Garden of Eden until my brain melted, all my senses loaded to overload, to drop the mic drop the mic, full of the Tree of Knowledge would I describe directly from the pen resting in my right hand, words in my mind in my mind, in my brain, or in my head travel down to my hand, if I could find explanations why my thoughts change instead as they descend down my arm to the edge nothing touches except ionic bonds or covalent bonds, in my confusion vision becomes diffuse without glasses enlightenment one Sunday holds palm fronds life is so strange, I reach the edge of space time reveals connections as illusion of course, the eye of the needle, passes dimensions, a camel, in one moment each experience on a lunar base slips down my arm in zero gravity careless of me to neglect to remind imagination, here in ...

For ten seconds, I was in love, my life over, so to speak, nothing more, say less remember Utica, two thousand four ten seconds in April, I had a wife each time, I remember the tornado nowhere near, say less, my life was a mess still is, open the oven and the door each day, I remember, she's still alive cunt that I am, that was so long ago oh, she hated me, with venom, that snake no one hated me more, yes, my mother difficult to say if she counts, earthquake surfing the music store, always other I was not born in Utica, survive witness to decades of malice, give up as an American but not by birth still, I must be worth exploiting, fascists if I hold a bundle of sticks, my cup neither runneth over, nor touches oil lap of luxury, what was now my girth only running could save me, anarchists violent while asleep, remain at rest each moment, I remember, as a foil marked as stupid, as unlucky, her hate yet still makes my head spin, my cats, so sad left for adopti...

The Cloude of Unknowyng This California Reject resolves to honor the dishonorable discharge involved in conspiracy theories past suck it up, love, you can never undo California sobriety, so lit arguments without words appear so large lit like an unlit billboard, shadows cast ignorance in the guise of all-knowing freedom bound to the bed with lover's spit ordered to disorder command center rejects detained for depatriation necessary to orbit off-center inebriated repatriation ancient succession, cloud of unknowing Respond to unresponsive boogie board ejected from the tube into blue skies jettison overboard the jetsam thrown ego and mind, bodysurf with no cord cordless without a leash like a dog loose traveling at the speed of light, no lies remember the good times gone for good, blown epically high into the clouds, beyond sober with espresso, yes, no Grey Goose objective to resolve, how to come down liquid sunshine dazed by the infinite visions of the mysti...

You were loved but now you're dead, we forget out of sight, out of mind, as we're all blind until perspective becomes understood weakness is the norm of the strong man, bet each person cannot help vested interests responsibility, those left behind embark on a journey for nothing good left behind, the rupture within space-time obedient creatures fail at these tests visual conundrums made to shut down escape pod activity from without despite the likelihood people will drown brilliant summation of the facts, we doubt under certain conditions, if no crime testimony exists then drop a dime nervously down the slot, dial the number or pull my arm as I am the machine wondrously simple yet absurdly hard yesterday, you went from dumb to dumber only now you're in charge of the chain store until you're not, just a blip on the screen rest assured such a life as a dullard evokes sympathy without much respect death once full of honor, now just a bore everyone j...