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

But not without vision, not without sight left to my own devices, no guidance instructions at the gate, I cannot read no knowledge, before books, before the light destroys my chance to overcome ethics terminal as cancer, ask death to dance obligations to metastasize, spread theta as Thanatos , unlucky, black hungry, empty, starving, dying, no tricks endless spinning at the roulette table red or black, the croupier spins the wheel endlessly round and round, write a fable passions fleeting, desire diminished, steal emptiness from the gods, wolves in a pack restless, devour ageless adolescence creativity burns the candle wick until both ends calculate to weigh smoke so, to apologize, in my defense sorry was never good enough, but kiss ignorance on the mouth with a tongue flick objects of my sorrow, why I must toke nothing less than unholy divine weed salvage memories from the house of bliss objects of pure joy in the rubbish bin foreign-born, no passport, no alleg...

If I say anything about myself, for instance, I believe nothing makes sense, I could not imagine that you would see, seldom am I read, a book on the shelf, aspects of the novel, a character, yes, as you see, I may appear so dense, anything other than a bumble bee, no less humble than honey, as you lick, yes, I am thick and rich, give me a stir, touch me, somebody touch me, if you please, how a valentine is never my game, ignorance is blind, from the start, you tease, nothing less than my best, so that I came, give me your heart, I will show you a trick.

For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives  ~  " In Memory of W. B. Yeats"  ~ W. H. Auden Forget about our history for change organizes and makes order from lines recalled nearly one hundred years ago problems solved, missions accomplished, derange occasions for The Complaints Department egotistical jellyfish lack spines troublemakers in dark caves that echo remember " never again " but now, ACT yes, poetry begs and pleads, but is spent machinations before the beginning augment and exacerbate all the lies kindness can only do so much, winning everyone knows takes teamwork for the prize solves the riddle to the question of tact nothing but diplomacy works in life only when diplomacy fails, then war takes place in the aftermath, appeasement horrible to imagine with such strife insight is blind, while hindsight comes too late needless to say, we know now how hard-core governments of autocrats appear bent hostile, belligerent, murderous, wild an...

Thelma, my aunt, and Pam, my girlfriend, watch hour after hour as we argue each to their own, how we grieve, my mother belligerent as fuck, she could not catch in a heartbeat, a break, from me, dummy given our history, laughter on cue persona, a stage mask as the other inside the blanket of ego, we hide catch a break, her husband dies, how crummy to argue with their son, at the service unexpected circumstances, too late reveals the coffin bolted shut, surprise eventually, everyone finds their place I see the big picture, the one they chide

With attention to detail, she sees milk in the carton, pours it into a glass then drinks, her brother observes her and sees her as God, and the milk as God, the silk appears to shimmer, soft tremulous light to pour God into God, walk on the grass the blades tickle the soles of your feet, bees enter and exit their nest, the hollow nestled in a tupelo tree, the bright tremulous light at dawn, when the birds sing invent another world, where beauty dies only to awaken, rebirth, to bring not only joy but sorrow with the flies traveling great distances to follow orgiastically, an assent to scent dead animal, putridity, to smell entrails of a buck, hit and left for dead to watch an animal suffer is bent as a stick in the water, although straight indeed the appearance rings like a bell light tremulous soft as a breeze, I read somewhere in an old philosophy book how what appears may not open the gate enter and exit the bees from their hive something may not be as it seem...

Colorless green ideas sleep furiously Concerning light within a transmission omission concerning actions neglect light as spectrum in particles or waves obligations require a commission regarding actions of active duty limited to a service to inspect empty rubbish bins, evidence near graves serial killer exhumes skeletons simply to hide the bodies, their sooty grotesque, ashen demeanor, their faces reveal their last moment alive in fear enveloped in a mystery, spaces empty of permanence, devoid of clear necessary discourse explained by nuns ideologically unsound to blame dysfunctional adult-children of rage engage in hand-to-hand combat with wine absent of a false sense of self, the shame surfaces at moments, full of distress sinister when in a rush, in a cage leftovers reheated without a spine every book, a collection of pages every book, a collection of leaves mess pistachio shells on the train floorboards forgetful of righteous indignation until symphony mu...

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear Only dill pickles taste better with brine bittersweet dark chocolate memories jettisoned like ballast to provide lift eject the catcher from the game, no fine create a diversion to distract guards tumble down the mountain, empty blue skies ski down the slopes on powder snow, a gift ignorant and metaphorically blind no one listens or reads words of the bards mind appears to reflect an afterthought insane atrocity exhibition reason, a heist, cannot help but get caught recover the stolen inhibition order a vat of dill pickles, so kind remember the monkey bars at recess artifacts from the museum for sale remind me of lessons I cannot learn embers in the fire pit, must I digress caution while crossing across the crosswalk linger awhile in bed, late for work, fail online the cloud observes each move, each turn shuffle my feet, too slow, like an old man eclipse the sun with the moon, no more talk resolve problems, no animos...