sleeves rolled around rigid wrists clenched teeth writhing twisting needles plunge backroom grunge gargoyle fists firmly set amid waste waiting for the main lines whispered backstage aside alabaster sentinels blinding icy stains collapsing veins mined for all time in a lost bloodline and thus we arrive complicit complex redacted wrecked barely alive and yet
Cards on Tables The post said not to spindle or fold but I thought it would be nice to hold open hands and present you with a heart as it was withdrawn from the deepest part Still beating and bleeding and seething with desire to go further than that initial awkward meeting of the
The politics of not giving a whit In defense of a strategic apathy Resist the weaponization of reality Refuse to participate in dependency Unsettle the induced hegemonies Decapitalize the inherent fallacies Reclaim autonomy through absence Fail to show up for the compulsory Stop pretending to even care Abolish obvious dissonance There’s nothing actually there
RENOVATIONS What light emerges Behind solid doors Freshly painted blue With casual dreams To withstand silence Carefully set aside For another lifetime — NOTE: We walk this fine line between existence and anticipation, keeping still while moving, wondering about the parts that will go unfulfilled…
Cogent I think right now What really rends In the end Isn’t decay Or disease Or tragic events But more so A failure to See light ahead And a purpose To continue Against all logic A tenuous existence So beautiful and frail Horrible in its gravity Never knowing the truth Ergonomic Woke today From
IN CASE OF EMERGENCE… Find the courage to live up to your vision. When the fear surges take another breath. If you’ve lost the narrative keep writing anyway. Build a foundation worthy of your failures. Remember where you’re from so you can get back. It’s all a cosmic movie being written on the fly. Your
THIRTY PAST It is all of value. The tedious is filled with mystery. Eyes have no end. Even brown walls are Zen. The present is a long-enough history. — NOTE: This was written in the early 1990s while on the move; it’s just a little snippet about being in the moment and appreciating every single