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

As it is not the shoe that makes the runner so, it is not the role that makes the man in business as in pleasure to treasure the other as sister and as brother in all affairs to make aware presence such is the meaning found in the mirror nothing but introverted language games obvious to mind monadic nomads to see how nothing moves but the senses thoughts appear in the sky as fluffy clouds how is it people cannot see these thoughts everything changes over time but space shove the stone angel face and meditate how people ignore the rules of the road only to complain bitterly, so bold everyone observes the changes, the ground that quakes and shifts, back and forth, back and forth how contrived as imagination dreams arguments valid and not invalid to recognize what is sound or unsound monsters imaginary become real asinine as a prophesy fulfilled kindness hidden in truth, yet in plain sight everywhere different yet the same, to hear signals and smell the smoke as re...

Do you remember when we were children of course, you pinned me down and tickled me yet, because this took place behind closed doors of course, so much more happened in our house understood, mom and dad were gone at work remember how you were a child back then each time, I look back, I remember this memories are funny that way, trauma enfolds just like diverticulitis maybe foreshadowing how dad would die blurry, fifty years later, the torture each time, I look back, I remember pain remember inexpressible sorrow when you have no one to turn to, family honestly, for many, an ugly word each time, I look back, more out of habit not just a need to remember the hurt we were not close and would never be close each time, proximity nearly killed me were children meant to be left all alone each time, you blew your bad breath in my face remember, mom called me an elephant each time, like when we found our Keeshond dead children are known not to be nice or kind how did I sur...

John 6:57 57  Just as the living Father sent me, and I live because of the Father, so whoever eats me will live because of me. --- Just because...is that not enough for you, until I met her, I chose death, my own sitting still as a monk, clouds in my mind throwaway lives, how sad, gray skies turn blue answer the question before me, this pain search the whole universe, my skin is brown the fact that I cannot see, am I blind honestly, what is the point to this life each day, I wake up with nothing to gain living so long, I feel like an old man invest in the future, is that a joke visions of suffering, the world to span insist that others must feel just how broke normal people, ever so full of strife give guidance, as if full of light, what lies Father, I met a young woman, we spoke as if we knew each other, as old friends thanks for all the angels, all in disguise however, I still cannot make much sense each day, with no money, I wake up broke really, what is th...

First thing, in the morning, I cut a line in the morning, a razor blade, Franklin religiously, a novena, nine days suffer the rosary, mirror supine taste the sweetness, Walter, my dad is dead think you know better child, a shot of Glen hollow within, embrace the creep, displays in the windows as I pass on the street now, am I awake or asleep, instead given nothing matters but delusion illusory, hit a bump in the road nothing but confusion, this illusion this imaginary throne, take a seat heated as a carseat in wintertime emissary of the devil, barn owl millions and millions in the bank, I sank on the golf course, a hole in one, my crime rests with the defense in a court of law normal, this morning routine runs afoul in the eyes of observers, still I drank needlessly, to numb my body of pain given I scuttle with my ragged claw I drink as a dictum, get drunk and high cupidity with a bottle of gin understand, dear reader, how much it pays to stay alive, healthy, and not decline asinine, m...

As on the last day... After the party, everyone drove home forget drunk driving with driverless cars terrible as the future may appear every day gets better under the dome remember, we all have some place to be the night was a success, emptied the bars hand over fist, we paid rent without fear eviction for no good reason, we slayed pushing the envelope, the money tree answered all of our prayers, shaking leaves remember, no one cares unless they know to protect in service, the record sleeves yesterday, spun with the vinyl, we grow empty, full of hunger, and still we prayed virtually day and night for others exactly when did we begin to see remember, how the light made us buoyant yes, lighter than water but who bothers obsessive-compulsive photon junkies nobody understood under the sea empty space beyond time made us truant drunk on the darkness, as on the last day remember, poison kills slowly, flunkies only grace lets us feel lighter than air vision beyond the ...

If I try to write a novel, words fail fortress of solitude, if I portray I see myself in the mirror, reflect trust in the characters, held without bail rely on the scene and setting to move yesterday into tomorrow, I pay to live with all my dreams as to deflect off the walls like a racquetball, this room witnesses observe what I have to prove rely on description, the mirror screams in a moment of reflection, so pure to dip a toe, the quicksilver of dreams enter the imaginary, endure architecture as narrative, the loom notices in the weave, the warp and weft objects to make a tapestry, image views the maker without deceit, such grief emerges in each line, sentenced, bereft literature reads beyond devices words fail my hand to reach into my rage objects of psychological belief resound against the walls, an empty space demonstrates mind, an ideal suffices suppositions as to explain the brain fellow travelers find themselves so lost architectonics of the novel, the...

Romans 6:23 (KJV) 23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. Identity, the Other and their Self Identity is a tricky concept definitely set on recognition every individual seeks the same not so, says the Other, to intercept tolerance, a pass, the Self, soon, fumbles if to say, I observe opposition tits on a bull, acceptance is to blame yet, I accept everything as it is the choice to judge, to exclude the shambles horrific as a battlefield, who cares each person seeks the real within themselves Otherness as alterity, who shares the ideas of ethics, rows of bookshelves humble booksellers on a show, Pop Quiz enter the country as a child, stranger remember nothing of the past, the clues act as a guide, as words in holy books nothing but the sinister as danger defense mechanisms arise, to cope the Pope and his messengers play the blues how to navigate all their dirty looks everyone identifies with the lies inso...

シカゴ 支所 スポーツ Shikago Shisho Supōtsu A dead-end job, this shit show company As I walk through the basement, the phone rings dead silence, no one on the other line emptiness as if from beyond but where ask if anyone is there, Macie sings difficult to hear if there is a voice emptiness still, hang up, this life of mine nothing but calls, your dime, from over there decide to move on, cannot, stuck, to scream just does not make sense, do I have a choice of course, you always have a choice, they say but, of course, you do not in the moment this life in retail is hell, with no pay help me, somebody, help me, I am spent if this is my karma, just a bad dream sever the corpus callosum, I shake shit-show blues, delirium tremens, I wake hollow inside, choose this alcoholic infernal afterlife, did I do wrong to choose this job, this position, this place shelves of shoe boxes, this must be a trick how beautiful, the options for people only, it feels grotesque, the odor strong ...

Dear God,      Yes, I am ready to Glock out ever so, ever so...what is the point aspire to burn the house down, tired really, ever so, ever so...I doubt God forbid that I do anything good or worthwhile, my God, is time out of joint decidedly, they say, I am fired Yes! Freedom, liberty, release, at last echoes of a bygone era, dead wood smolders, charcoal embers, burn down the house I know that I am wrong for this world, wrong as stranger danger, a foreign-born mouse murdered by politics, just for a song ready to give up the ghost, an outcast empty vessel no one can fill, broken as a child, a little too wild, unsafe decide to pay less attention, let go yes, responsibility, unspoken tolerable for some, or for no one obey the rules, go to school, a naïf Glock muzzle sniffs my soft palate, just so left to my own devices, I grew up obviously, choices I made alone consequences for my actions, duty kindness, and love but no one do I trust only Deat...

You know you have just one chance to forgive You know you have only one life to live or is that just a lie, a confusion understood and misunderstood as fact knowledge beyond reason you must forgive no one knows beyond what is common sense only reason can discern delusion would that you could see this play in one act you know what I am talking about: life only, you see, time makes all the difference understanding that you cannot return honestly, a weight lifts, life is a gift as each moment passes, decades to burn visions of the impossible, a rift each moment shifts with choices full of strife juries of angels and saints to observe understand all the lies, decades at church stories they tell each other from a book tell me which way to drive and when to swerve only this world, I cannot understand not just when they hurt or try to besmirch each name and reputation, take a look change your patterns of thought, as to make strange however convoluted this journey as if...

Who, what, where, when, why, and how, the sequence has no order, rhyme or reason to find as a non-native speaker seeks to speak truth to injustice as a consequence When things get out of hand as a migrant however the government seeks to bind each citizen to protect from the weak ne'er-do-well who pulls the fire alarm Who, according to the law, looks aslant how easy a task to find a scapegoat other people are the problem, they say Why question authority, people vote how they let others represent, no way yes, America is the land of harm

In the beginning... Insanity is no defense against notions of self-defense, in cases of theater and murder, the first degree however, as justice is thus dispensed enter a plea of madness, what a risk before time, there was just the stars above enter the stream, no gods, no masters, see given before the birth of time, nonsense in the beginning, God ate lobster bisque nothing goes unthought or without a plan nothing but the kitchen sink, all at once in the beginning, God ate Raisin Bran nothing but the best for the king, a dunce given how nothing now makes a difference

A Letter for Toad Anais, dear friend, I found you a book Literally, a guilty pleasure, child each time I see you, I sense a big smile to think we were friends before we met, look to other people that sounds like nonsense each time I see you, I become quite mild rather gentle and playful, all the while forgetting the fact: I am an old man or an old crab, Cancer, as my defense really, long ago, I was a good boy Tomorrow, I may no longer be here of course, espresso is a simple joy and to read, Frog and Toad Are Friends, I fear definitely, your eyes would like to scan

De mortuis nil nisi bonum dicendum est Deliberate as a jury on death eternity seems a really long time maybe to celebrate in this moment ordinary as it sounds, this one breath remember to cherish all that you see tune in to the beautiful as a crime understand inequality, consent in the duplicity, the grotesque lies seen but unrecognized as not beauty not the good or the true, so much sorrow in this world, this heartbreak, workers unite line up in a queue, a perfect arrow nothing in this world is perfect, despite intelligent mathematicians and spies solving problems, creating solutions in a world focused on entertainment beauty, health and wealth as means to an end obviously glamor, as conclusions noted to what is random, the given understanding life in itself, how spent many feel during the work week, to bend down and clean shit from the pavement, your dog in a nutshell, how lucky, the raven count your blessings with both hands as you pray each day and night be...

To fall asleep in my hoodie, so nice To say the day was long, hyperbole of course, I was tired, I am old now forget that I woke up at six o'clock as if that were a big deal, now at three lest I forget, the farmers of the world little do I know, wake to milk a cow and sailors wait outside on a cold dock so meeting, work, and then to go running little do I see my fingerprints whorled each to their own, as common and mundane everyone knows but me, I want to sleep please, a little luxury is insane in this world, workers of the world are sheep no one will mind if people are cunning maybe, of myself, a little ahead yes, convoluted, in my head, I get help me to overcome my own soft brain only, I wake in my hoodie, in bed only, this is not a fortune cookie despite the fact, you know, we just met if I could tell you, right here, on the train escape, as fast and as far as you can so you do not hear about my bookie only he cuts off hands and feet, so kind nice, nice, ...

I am the way, and the truth, and the life. ~ John 14:6 NRSV I would sooner beat them with a Bible as if to show my faith in faithlessness maybe you understand my frustration that I cannot say here without libel how to say less, say nothing, say no more each to their own, within this fatelessness way out, beyond my own desecration answers remain hidden, found by others yet the way is pitch-black, lost as before answers unimportant, so near at hand nothing but mindlessness, so sad, but real descending the hourglass, grains of sand thankless, ungrateful zombies cannot feel how important it is to know, brothers each to their own, to witness with two eyes truth, a rhetorical question to ask rely on experience and not faith understanding language games beyond lies thoughtlessness to discuss acts beyond harm how each person, their persona, a mask as if character, a fictional wraith nothing but wisps of smoke to weigh with salt do not forget, son, to set the alarm thou...

What did I do to deserve this treatment What is it, it is what it is, let go how much worse can it get, know what I mean attribute the abuse to the victim tell it like it is, say nothing, say no dodo, you are extinct, you are no more if to say less, I guess, if I come clean dodo, this will not revive just how slim I say no more, I am beat, I am done do I need to give in, what is the score order a double whiskey neat, Kool-Aid to say they drink Kool-Aid, I drink bourbon order me another double, the grade diminished by my faults, by the big con embellish all the lies, in truth, what fun servants to their status, I laugh, money each to their own, what a joke they create relax, I smile, genuine as their faith veritably, if I could not, honey exactly as I said, I write, so sad thrash the other in the mirror, not great how to get by, karma, a lie, a wraith in this world, whatever they imagine solve the problem, move on, no hope, so glad thanks but no thanks, treat me ...

I am the true vine I am just a character in a book a figment of your imagination maybe you have heard of me, I was born the son of my father, another spook how they betray and spy on each other each to their own, to defend the nation true as the blood and water that they scorn rough, unshaven faces choose to believe underhanded backdoor deals, my mother enters the lottery, with stones to throw visions of executions, I accuse imagination, what I cannot know notorious politicians who choose entertainment as a way to relieve

What Is an Author? ~ Michel Foucault Perverse how persuasive and invasive everyone nonchalant as Chalamet remember Salomé and King Herod visions not uncertain, so pervasive avoid discussions about the future situation normal, all fucked up, Bae institutions unintelligent, God value the possibilities unknown everyone friends with Timothée, for sure answers hidden as the clues in a dream no one knows who or what creates the quiz only by artifice, to hear the scream no one listens, no one cares, what it is yes, adults act as if they were full grown maybe humanity is not the end if say, another species comes along time and only time will tell, to belong yes, a young tree must flex and learn to bend

How did we stumble across this logic History is neither kind nor unkind obviously indifferent as a form witnesses to events remark on things disappearing as if time would rescind invitations to inhabit this space disagree with an electrical storm weak as sailors longing for a lighthouse empire does not care for a dead mouse since when do I know why the caged bird sings tumble into a rabbit hole, as when understanding becomes lost without grace my original face, what does this mean before my birth, before my conception lead on by my predecessors, to glean ever so slowly, thought as deception against the backdrop of space-time is zen cut the coarse fabric of this mortal coil religion cannot save this human race only compassion and loving-kindness sweet and conniving is the world, I toil so long to retrace my steps before mind thwacks the back of my head, in my disgrace how I bow low before the emptiness in this world, things disappear, lost and found still, some things remain lost, was I...