swirling unspecified in the middle of a chaos poured from pitchers of deep rain cannons firing across the still december mourning for a lost adulthood framed by a little used childhood endeavor just brings sorrow what if i can't do it what if i'm not enough what if i what if what
all the hammer blows. tractile and malleable — incessantly down. bent, shaped and worn complanate longing for rest. — relentless —
Ninth-month tremulous Harbor intersecting voyage Sharing appetite
A meditation on our role in the choices available to us
the gods demanded sacrifice, and so we offered tolerance it’s not like anyone was using it that much for what you can’t destroy, you still can lock away we do that now, in every manner those words can be stretched and how we torture words, to make it seem as though we mean the things … Continue reading "the 7th sibylline utterance of the new millennium"
a white powder day, the buzzards swarming in circles above an inadequate dissonance finding winter across bleak margin, and a cross above frightened bushes huddled for warmth it is a winter’s choice that must be made in every season: to carry on, or be carrion
The masters of the universe The mistresses of pain The fortunes of the other folks Their houses down the lane A passion for veracity A cavalcade of fun A phone call in the dead of night To be the only one An afternoon of pleasure spent An instant on the way An overarching sadness that … Continue reading "[…the space between infinities…]"
he asked, but no one seemed to know the reasons or hazarded so much as a small guess why wasted time fills up the best of seasons and leaves him to a life of emptiness in roil dynamic or in static posing a tag of nothing but diathermance to radiate within secure enclosing with only … Continue reading "emotional diathermancy"
inheritance of desolation sung by invisible choirs of felons shown clemency only by those victimized by higher cost of living increases than most could absorb with paper towels