[Nowhere in particular, end of day yet again]
In the face of the impossible:
Religious militance, misinformation overload mislabeled, conspiracy of wealth …
And a generation of children left behind (ca. 2001)
I am, frankly, tired and lost
[Nowhere in particular, end of day yet again]
In the face of the impossible:
Religious militance, misinformation overload mislabeled, conspiracy of wealth …
And a generation of children left behind (ca. 2001)
I am, frankly, tired and lost
[Somewhere near miracle street, Pennsylvania Station]
The apocalypse is etched in his sagging eyes
More bombastically than poster-board repentance
Nostradamus lullabies quell his poetry;
His lips parched for the Blood of Christ
You can’t fix the world just by getting angry at it
The past doesn’t exist anymore
The future has yet to exist
And yet they still persist
To distract a present mind
A poem on how not to be not seen
I think consciously and with all due respect
(i don’t want to be invisible)
Don’t let me
disappear
Don’t hear me
on deaf ear Continue reading
Can I go to the desert?
I’ve only seen pictures, but
I hear it’s beautiful
You can go there to find
Nothing, but
Rocks and death Continue reading
In a world where everyone stands up,
Who stands out?
Don’t think up
Don’t think back
Think straight
Some people, all people. Based on a term from culture
Crazy eyes
You know the thing
That men despise?
Eyes wide open
Mind wide shut
Where are you going?
Stuck in a rut Continue reading
Let me tell you the tale
Of the ice-cold sun
Of all of creation
The only one
It has no planets to warm
Nor night skies to shine
Wandering lightyears away
From the stars that we find Continue reading