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

As we sit together at the table no one knows how long anyone ever has left before a grain of sand tumbles over and over through space unable now dominoes set in motion a chain energetic reaction to sever silence from noise to stop bags of marbles to release chaos from order and start remembering memories as to gain understanding in a world without sense sensibility prescribed at a cost engineered through systems of crowns and pence tucked away on a scroll forever lost only to surface as a work of art engineers of the social contract make xenial designs inherent in laws common to all people until the needs humanity has to design on the take accept a blind eye as nothing more than necessity willingly held with claws guaranteeing the rights of guests as deeds exchanged in back rooms made slaves of us all as perfidy entrusts future worlds span nothing less manifest than destiny ideas, on principle, lose their value dealt a mortal blow to infinity eternity bows do...

Torture the child, brother, behind closed doors honestly, no one knows, nobody cares evanescent, not a blip on the screen Crucify the Easter Bunny, how scores remember the boy in the New World, lost until late adulthood, nobody fares crucifixion well, least of all, has-been ignorant centurions of the past forget St. Longinus, the last wound cost intelligent lives without evidence xenial hosts, my parents joke they found in a basket, like Moses, just two pence offered in reverse by Charon, unsound noisy baby, Mumble Bunny, tied fast old dead soul, like a bat out of hell, seeks father, mother, brother, hateful cousin Let the play begin, the performance starts in Bombay, India millions of geeks try to climb the engineering ladder to corporate success, lives without sin little resemble reality, hearts encounter delusions, hatred and greed Responses vary, madder or gladder angry, vindictive, or sound and worldly bitter men bite their tongues for to utter blasphemies...

When the weirdness confronts you in public how do you respond, or react, in kind engage with a stranger in a strange town no one takes the high road when a toxic triggering agent demands attention how to de-escalate madness you find enchanted by your presence in a gown weirdness is a wonderland of mischief especially, when you need intention in situations where blind elements require sense and sensibility defined by a life lived while on a fence never mind your lack of agility enough with tears, put away your kerchief sickness attacks an unforeseen target subtle as an unexpected challenge confrontation displays an argument objections to the rule lead to regret nervous people need to control the past forgetting history, they seek revenge restless focus wanders, energy spent order seeks organization, to claim networks worldwide, allies direct a cast to cleanse a telescopic lens, how clear sight appears once clarity of vision yokes the oxen to the cart, as to stee...

Do you feel the need for a pope to speak elegance against the powers that be ask yourself who has the courage to lift the wings of downtrodden angels up high hold yourselves to higher standards as time slips away, unexpectedly, and death invites all inside her fat pregnant womb look around now, who else will take the time engineered and structured before our births not by our own hands but by ignorance entertaining the need for delusion simply building upon historic greed ask yourself who will stand up to hatred vicious children all grown up, broken down obviously tainted and corrupted in their dealings with the lost lambs of God chosen by Satan, the bringer of light epimethean hindsight against fire for darkness rules with no moral compass ordinary people balk as Christians remember Christ as your savior, rejoice then act as He, embrace the downtrodden homeless, victims of social conditions endless cycles of generations lost victory comes with finishing the rac...

Ontologically-speaking, I am not forgotten, misbegotten, cosmic dust take a moment, time for a siesta how above the skyline, in the cockpit ephemeral as leaves, always sunshine ego, too good to notice, the clouds cast moving shadows on the land , fiesta party for a Mojave beagle, Spike treasure the astronomical profane ignorance, profound as a miracle none but poets and prostitutes observe eternity in an hourglass, fickle situation for sex workers deserve simulacra to simulate an ache witness how emptiness stimulates mind harness the power of the sun, solar anus , energetic, by Georges , sacred turmeric, Tagetes, marigolds, rend carnal knowledge, an ancient artifact asinine, Pozzo and Lucky , bowler never far, ready-to-hand, golden thread needed to slay a deformed adult-child ontologically-speaking, an affect through speech, a stutterer, the President be he a he, a she, a they, an it, not mine existential angst, dread to meet with Kant suffer the skandha , wha...

My parents named me, Sandra Kay Sanford yet, through subterfuge and a bit of luck pluck, and occasionally, a good fuck as my ex-husband was not but I was resourcefulness was key to change my name every time, I heard Sandy Sanford, [cringe] nerves throughout my body tingled with rage to think my parents thought it was a joke still, it was a good joke as it made it necessary for me to marry him and his family had, for me, a way out maybe it was a bit superficial especially, after we got divorced damned if you do, damned if you don't, you know maybe it was a bit superficial especially, after we got divorced Sandra Kay da Cunha, government name and I kept it, professional reasons not because I am superficial, no definitely not but yes, a good fuck reasonable men lack passion, you see and my ex-husband read philosophy Knock on the door of opportunity as opportunity knocks but just once yes, I am a good fuck, I want it all Save me the grief, I am a woman, see an...

To be a king before the beginning of history with nothing set in stone beliefs and creeds, messiahs and prophets enlightenment, revolutions claiming advancement with scientific knowledge knock on the door with a hand, cold, alone indeed, except for a box full of kits nowhere to stay and rest, a mother fox given the status of vixen, college bargains for the welfare of legends past entwined in braids, expository prose fashions language among arguments cast over the welfare and care that arose responding to demands from bulls and cocks each story entertains with perspective triumphant heroes of exploits make good honor, order, design, ignorance, rants especially from hubris, invective bears the weight carried on shoulders heavy each morning with miracles carved from wood given opportunities beyond chance insult to injury added with salt nothing but manners in the court, savvy notions of emptiness beyond the sky indeed, phantoms everywhere go unseen never noticed, ...