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

Write as if your clogged arteries could sing right the wrongs of English orthography insane philosophers mention a death technically, the author, a ship once sunk emerges after centuries, no ghosts a spectre is haunting Europe, groovy novelists of the seventies drink broth only the bones of grass-fed cows, spectral visible light, beyond this, a chasm empty as another big mouth to feed leftovers gorge on prismatic light instantaneous perceptions, to root nussle muzzle truffle diggers hard fought neat single cask whiskey begs for a dram objectified exploitation writes wrongs shorn, tonsured medieval priests rest on racks havens for poverty, beyond, ships sail attired pelts of Bengal tiger skins visions start from the sixteenth-century embark voyagers as your journey lags Nobel invents dynamite, mines Zaire ovum turns up the stereo volume vengeance, enemy of my enemy embers smoke roasted pork, wood stove fire members lonely for pearls, dive before swine berated si...

Walk around people as if they have plague Wandering for millenia, I walk around people as if they have the plague like I could be infected by their thoughts kindness and consideration, I work as an advocate for the unspoken religious people cross themselves, I break odious wind like sulfur vents, such flights underneath the surface remain unseen noxious air as from smoking tobacco distance of fifteen feet, leave a wide berth purposely, as my intention, I mind ego as dark clouds, as a lightning bolt ordinary when supply and demand potentially allows for the black sun left hidden by shadow, to come alive empty stomachs hunger with desire anxious to exploit with ideas of greed sullen creatures walk in search of true love immediate gratification burns fire below the waste as seagulls soar there-being observant, as if to greet hey there, ignorant rules, hate if you like empirical research into bare palms yet, palmistry is a game for old souls havens for lepers and c...

As with my favorite cokehead stockbroker time will tell if we ever speak again let it be known that he is my brother except he cares as much as a bagel as we have no business, it may make sense suffering from trauma, the latch-key gone the art of friendship, carry a ladle nobody knows as no one ever asks only white lies offered accepts the dance to invite somebody out on a date in this world, the rules are, play nice or else not a word out of place, people act staid the way alcoholics act sober, smarts how much it hurts, confusion, taking risks each day, out of control, without guidance wake up to my family, in the nut house at least, people tried to act rational yes, I spent a fortnight inside, mind dense thicket of dysfunction, malnutrition habitation loss from tough love, what grace adopted from the war on drugs, channel thoughtlessness into mindfulness, decades attached to wrongheaded views, hydration demands vigilance, am I his keeper understand, he kicked ...

Hey dude, may I speak to the author, please? Hé Calvados, why are you drunk again everyone knows how dependent on drink you are but you feel you need alcohol drunk on the job, behind the wheel, giant under the influence, the time to quit decide on the narrow gate, is it wrong everyone knows what a lack of control may look like, frightened mouse, caught in the act again, caught by my cat, Shakespeare, I quote yes, the Scottish Play, the Moor of Venice I know too much and not enough to help such is life, cold bastard, for zen, a nose perhaps just sitting is enough, an alp each to their own, to climb, must I concoct an illusion, this life, through allusions kindness is not the way to get sober to my father, an alcoholic, pain obtains the license to behave as pink thoughtfully hiding beneath an old shawl honesty beats triggers, his son, hell bent everyone knows calamari is squid author, author, cries not unlike bravo unknown to me, child, full of emotions thoroughl...

If I were to talk, you were to listen from my experience, as to convey I understand, what now, I cannot give were I to try, I would then fail, fasten everybody, shall we go for a ride remember to feed the Japanese koi everybody in the same boat, behave to learn the rules to bend or break the switch off the tree, the children, whom you forbade tell me the truth, the mirror and the walls as one reflects, the others hear with ears long as a black-tailed jackrabbit, who pulls kindness out of a hat, searching, he feels yolk inside an egg, as if to watch out for pedestrians, people who walk underneath red octagons saying STOP were you to listen, the rules of the road each time you roll past the line with a jerk reality pulls you up, jackrabbit each lack of consideration, you drip tap, tap, tap on the pots and pans, you float on dreams of ontological landscapes liquid sunshine dazzles the mind, rapid internal neural networks melt, compute synapses meld, connections los...

"C.R.E.A.M." A: I think I was supposed to do something. B: What did you forget to do, Professor? A: You know, something meaningful with my life. B: But you taught at the university. A: I attended the same time that you did. B: But you were just sitting in on classes. A: I was there for my Bachelor's degree. B: You were just older than the rest of us. A: Yes, studying Philosophy and French. B: Wait?! Nothing practical like accounting? A: Not even Business or Economics. B: No one taught you how to be an adult? A: I was headstrong, rebellious as a child. B: That is so sad. Sounds like you were abused. A: Yes, my father was an alcoholic. B: Everything was hush-hush, behind closed doors. A: The nature of dysfunctional families. B: What a tragedy. But you were so smart. A: You know, compliments will get you nowhere. B: Sorry, I am so sorry. You are right. A: I think I was supposed to do something. B: Yes, something worthwhile, leave a legacy. A: I thought ...

If forgotten, out of sight, out of mind forget to care, get drunk, hard day at work rotten little children, two boys to beat older, firstborn, leave this son well alone temple of the drunken father, tin box ten, twenty, thirty years away, the ark enter a covenant inside a boat no one but Jesus Christ asleep, no faith then history, a fox, a wraith, to tax haunted houses in October, hollow empty except for perceptions, to sense nothingness in motion, noises, shallow to speculate, exploit others by chance observe the unspoken, events as truth say an alcoholic cleans up his act asinine lies, behaviors continue yes, the drunk is sober, so to speak, no spare tire rod, just in case, to concoct pare down the skin from an apple, the flesh as Apollo skins Marsyas, a nude received, the curator shown to obey examples of the past, learned behavior the rules observed as catholic, to smash his face with a backhand, old enough now enter college a wreck, what therapy rod in han...