a poem is a sermon
What happens at the point the point when we get in our lives in our lives where decisively, we choose we choose something to believe in to believe in much greater than ourselves, ourselves, and with surprise we find, we find instead of a great something something out there, giving us a sense of worth, worth […]
Believe me: there is nothing evident found in the wild wind’s sad apology that echoes the swift, mad accident of an empirical chronology. The sound careens off the walls and multiplies, pale murmurs slipping along an endless cavity where caught words glow and briefly shine, like fireflies, then gently fade in obscurity. 02 MAR 2017 […]
Our deeds seem writ so large to us down at the level of the dust, where unseen in the universe we live whole chapters, line and verse, and with great import, carry on as if we’re noticed, here or gone, by other whorls of energy that call themselves, too, you or me, and dance, imagining […]
Higgledy-piggledy, President Blunderbuss spoke through the microphone into the night, his senseless sentences building a fantasy woven from bullshit and wrapped nice and tight. Higgledy-piggledy, our fawning senators there in the gallery gave their applause, praising his policy without much exception: a bent for destruction, simply because. Higgledy-piggledy, those in the gallery looked on in […]
Oh, come and get your revel on: laissez bon temps roulez! Catch this moment before it’s gone, ’til sorrow’s back to dwell upon. Parade and dance across the lawn! There’s no time like today! Imagine yourself some great chief: laissez bon temps roulez! Buy drinks all ’round, and find relief in an illusion, sweet and […]
With slow and silent steps it comes encroaching on the day, the shadow of the night that grows to fill the world with gray. Oh, come and join the battle, child, for glory evermore. War on its march to midnight turns our grays to darkest black as on a path to nothingness it leads us […]
You seek for “truth”: for the origin of being, the thing in itself, but either don’t look hard enough, or waste time looking in the wrong spot. It’s right here: the meaning is no recipe, it is not the history of a dish to be rehashed at leisure to impress special friends. What a double-edged […]