a poem is a sermon
Everything about this place just tends to bring me down; I look into the mirror and see one more hopeless clown. The people on the street have a sad tendency to frown and no one wants to be the only soul left hanging ’round this little bit of nowhere that some joker named a town, […]
Just like everybody, I try to get along; but I can’t win for losing, things always turn out wrong. Need to have a membership, but I have an objection to the dues. I’ve got the feeling non-essential, clearly quintessential lowdown existential blues. I could stand for something, but really, what’s the point? It’s not like […]
I wish to communicate. Alas, fate does not desire that we should speak today; instead it blocks our way with fire, which we perceive as brute force. It’s not, of course, merely smoke; but feel – its flames do not burn. Though we both yearn in dismay at the chasm between us, neither trusts the […]
Speak to me in ancient tongues as if in my subconscious mind the threads of some genetic past can be rewound around a lingo neither you nor I now know; or better yet, just make it up as you go on. For heaven’s sake, don’t let the conversation drag; it wouldn’t do now to let […]
There must be something more to it, some sense behind the scenes, a glimpse of meaning not quite shared, or else my mind’s not keen enough to understand the point of merely keeping track of each new day’s minutiae; the long hours looking back on what appears so trivial would seem to waste, in turn, […]
First, it’s a situation comedy. A situation comedy that deliberately offends some in order to humor others. That’s not really so unusual. It’s not really “teaching us to be tolerant,” however. The majority of comedy has always been (since Euripides, anyway) based on belittling, verbally abusing, mocking and perjorating other people, their beliefs, their way […]
The song I sing this morning is not new. In fact, its birth predates even my own; yet in between the phrases, now and then, it’s me, and not the tune, that you’ll hear groan. Why is this melody upon my lips instead of some fresh fragment from the charts, designed from sentimental, worn cliches […]