Are you in a hall of mirrors
reflections seen by the speaker
eclipsed by systemic blindness
yolk on your face, eyes see horrors
ontic inauthenticity
under a door mat, a creature
in disguise cannot see kindness
needlessly insincere, truth hides
absent the pathos in pity
hurt creatures hurt others, trauma
acts as a weapon of neglect
lift the curtains, see the drama
light focuses on lost respect
orders of status, truth abides
forget past lives, actions unseen
mimic the lies surrounding mind
inside karma, we find a box
reflective of where we have been
remember memories unkind
objects appear closer, terrors
remind us language is a fox
skulking in a hall of mirrors
Thursday, March 27, 2025
Sunday, March 23, 2025
Stomach This Tripe ~ Sunday, March 23, 2025
To abjure belief and renounce this faith
old feelings disappear, a second chance
arguments to the contrary arise
beyond reason, I decompose, a wraith
jolly spirit to smile before deceit
underneath vigilance presides, a glance
recognizes the need to share surprise
even though perfidy sullies a scent
beneath the appearance of mere conceit
endure what cannot be foreseen past hope
linger, not too long, on notions of grace
invent a new language based on the scope
engaged in a fleeting moment, eyes trace
fidelity in a mirror, time spent
actively pursuing power and might
negates forgiveness towards perjury
denial of purity within conscience
releases nobody, blindness in sight
equates vision as sensation in dreams
no one knows the history of fury
obligations to persist seem so dense
up until a dew drop falls to the grass
nervous to appear normal around screams
created by memories of childhood
emerge inside my head as sounds unheard
try not to burn the forest for some wood
honor what was lost, what appears absurd
instances chase after what comes to pass
study others for the self to observe
fatuous arguments stroke donkey ears
anger builds to a pitch within disease
ignite the solution, turn as to swerve
towards the target, move away, as fears
haunt the future no more, down on my knees
old feelings disappear, a second chance
arguments to the contrary arise
beyond reason, I decompose, a wraith
jolly spirit to smile before deceit
underneath vigilance presides, a glance
recognizes the need to share surprise
even though perfidy sullies a scent
beneath the appearance of mere conceit
endure what cannot be foreseen past hope
linger, not too long, on notions of grace
invent a new language based on the scope
engaged in a fleeting moment, eyes trace
fidelity in a mirror, time spent
actively pursuing power and might
negates forgiveness towards perjury
denial of purity within conscience
releases nobody, blindness in sight
equates vision as sensation in dreams
no one knows the history of fury
obligations to persist seem so dense
up until a dew drop falls to the grass
nervous to appear normal around screams
created by memories of childhood
emerge inside my head as sounds unheard
try not to burn the forest for some wood
honor what was lost, what appears absurd
instances chase after what comes to pass
study others for the self to observe
fatuous arguments stroke donkey ears
anger builds to a pitch within disease
ignite the solution, turn as to swerve
towards the target, move away, as fears
haunt the future no more, down on my knees
Structural Transformation of the Strange ~ Sunday, March 23, 2025
Without assistance, guidance, and support
in this world, I will make tragic mistakes
taken to a level of sheer regret
honesty and sincerity abort
old values while bullies push their way back
until they rule the government, no breaks
to find my way back to the path, Egret
answer me this question, why was I born
still no point in asking, moot point, a hack
severed from the truth knows philosophy
insane in an asylum, no ethics
still consequences to actions, trophy
to see but never hold, karma breaks sticks
as fascism rises and falls, the scorn
never ends inside my head, rent-free, paid
casualty of mishaps and promises
each broken branch, a chance to start afresh
grow, even when the world says, be afraid
until vigilance takes over, persist
in a vacuum nature abhors, kisses
disappear, our love once sincere, its flesh
as flayed as Marsyas, ask the winner
not me, just once, one contest, I insist
culpability aside, I wonder
each day who I could have been, I accept
arrogance in others, must I ponder
nothingness, emptiness, all things except
difficult circumstances, beginner
suckle on a bottle of tawny port
until I forget the River Lethe takes
people, as already dead souls, apart
particles that allow shadows to court
oblivious fools on the road, a cart
recycles shades at dusk, it makes
the world anew at dawn, my new cohort
in this world, I will make tragic mistakes
taken to a level of sheer regret
honesty and sincerity abort
old values while bullies push their way back
until they rule the government, no breaks
to find my way back to the path, Egret
answer me this question, why was I born
still no point in asking, moot point, a hack
severed from the truth knows philosophy
insane in an asylum, no ethics
still consequences to actions, trophy
to see but never hold, karma breaks sticks
as fascism rises and falls, the scorn
never ends inside my head, rent-free, paid
casualty of mishaps and promises
each broken branch, a chance to start afresh
grow, even when the world says, be afraid
until vigilance takes over, persist
in a vacuum nature abhors, kisses
disappear, our love once sincere, its flesh
as flayed as Marsyas, ask the winner
not me, just once, one contest, I insist
culpability aside, I wonder
each day who I could have been, I accept
arrogance in others, must I ponder
nothingness, emptiness, all things except
difficult circumstances, beginner
suckle on a bottle of tawny port
until I forget the River Lethe takes
people, as already dead souls, apart
particles that allow shadows to court
oblivious fools on the road, a cart
recycles shades at dusk, it makes
the world anew at dawn, my new cohort
Friday, March 21, 2025
An Epithet ~ Friday, March 21, 2025
Identity as characteristics
defined as the one and not the other
entitle the same to exploit the few
nobody understands the heuristics
transformation leaves unchanged the object
instances, way too many to bother
trouble shoot the problem, results askew
yesterday, a Black man called me [n-word]
ask me if I care, as if to project
simple reductions of value on words
compliments try to slap me in the face
hubris to imagine the other birds
articles to the gods of faith, disgrace
reminds me of my place, if I trigger
animosity, our past lives conflict
call it social background, assimilate
to American cultural standards
entirely fictional, to depict
regional differences, as otherwise
in Chicago, to speak without debate
solemnly to respond, to sing with bards
troubadours, wandering minstrels, compose
invent poems old as nine centuries
criticize appropriation, my choice
sentenced to otherness, to loveliness
defense mechanisms argue a voice
entitled and privileged, unkindliness
forbidden as taboos, distrust the rose
ingenious assholes in a foreign land
never to return to my homeland, take
each day, one step at a time, in the sand
desire found, my head deep, as we eat cake
defined as the one and not the other
entitle the same to exploit the few
nobody understands the heuristics
transformation leaves unchanged the object
instances, way too many to bother
trouble shoot the problem, results askew
yesterday, a Black man called me [n-word]
ask me if I care, as if to project
simple reductions of value on words
compliments try to slap me in the face
hubris to imagine the other birds
articles to the gods of faith, disgrace
reminds me of my place, if I trigger
animosity, our past lives conflict
call it social background, assimilate
to American cultural standards
entirely fictional, to depict
regional differences, as otherwise
in Chicago, to speak without debate
solemnly to respond, to sing with bards
troubadours, wandering minstrels, compose
invent poems old as nine centuries
criticize appropriation, my choice
sentenced to otherness, to loveliness
defense mechanisms argue a voice
entitled and privileged, unkindliness
forbidden as taboos, distrust the rose
ingenious assholes in a foreign land
never to return to my homeland, take
each day, one step at a time, in the sand
desire found, my head deep, as we eat cake
Wednesday, March 19, 2025
Idiot ~ Wednesday, March 19, 2025
I'm am kinda of an a idiot
maybe may be an a little extra
an a ultra extra special case case
maybe may be I an a Cypriot
kill me I won't will not care, I right here
if I were was never born as hextra
no no dat that not right, we be in space
dere dere right there on Earth, my birthplace, dumb
artxe isn't is not extra, I hear
old goat, Yael, I smell in hell, thank you
forget-me-not I forgot heaven-sent
an a idiot box, TV, YouTube
not smart, beaten, show love, beaten, now bent
ask me an a question, I suck my thumb
maybe may be an a little extra
an a ultra extra special case case
maybe may be I an a Cypriot
kill me I won't will not care, I right here
if I were was never born as hextra
no no dat that not right, we be in space
dere dere right there on Earth, my birthplace, dumb
artxe isn't is not extra, I hear
old goat, Yael, I smell in hell, thank you
forget-me-not I forgot heaven-sent
an a idiot box, TV, YouTube
not smart, beaten, show love, beaten, now bent
ask me an a question, I suck my thumb
Tuesday, March 18, 2025
To Enter the Kingdom of God ~ Tuesday, March 18
Through the eye of a needle, a camel
heaven-sent, in Jesus, if I believe
religion, organized or otherwise
obliterates my mind, eat béchamel
under pain of death, my sentence, condemned
given my DNA, how, now I grieve
heaven can wait, I am no saint, what lies
thoughts betray the hidden, the whole truth, words
haunt a bush with sparrows, light diademed
eclipsed the sun, the moon throws down some shade
enter the future through the past-present
yesterday, I knelt down to pray, I fade
each day into a memory, time bent
out of joint, out of order, hear the birds
foreign tongues speak full of idle chatter
aspects of the real disappear, how, now
notice wit tipping the brown cow, sacred
each day I expect things to get better
each day I fall deeper into madness
demented by disappointment, I bow
less toward God than into a soft bed
each day I wish I could bless this mess, sweet
anarchy in my mind, this brain I guess
causes me such frustration, I abide
angry and confused, yet calm and hopeful
maybe tomorrow I will clean inside
each day I dream I could go back to school
less is more, at work, say less, do more, [beat]
heaven-sent, in Jesus, if I believe
religion, organized or otherwise
obliterates my mind, eat béchamel
under pain of death, my sentence, condemned
given my DNA, how, now I grieve
heaven can wait, I am no saint, what lies
thoughts betray the hidden, the whole truth, words
haunt a bush with sparrows, light diademed
eclipsed the sun, the moon throws down some shade
enter the future through the past-present
yesterday, I knelt down to pray, I fade
each day into a memory, time bent
out of joint, out of order, hear the birds
foreign tongues speak full of idle chatter
aspects of the real disappear, how, now
notice wit tipping the brown cow, sacred
each day I expect things to get better
each day I fall deeper into madness
demented by disappointment, I bow
less toward God than into a soft bed
each day I wish I could bless this mess, sweet
anarchy in my mind, this brain I guess
causes me such frustration, I abide
angry and confused, yet calm and hopeful
maybe tomorrow I will clean inside
each day I dream I could go back to school
less is more, at work, say less, do more, [beat]
Sunday, March 16, 2025
On Forgiveness ~ Sunday, March 16, 2025
"To Err is Humane; to Forgive, Divine."
from An Essay on Criticism (1711) by Alexander Pope
vision imprints for only so long, then
exercises in memory become
rote, as the faculty that will beget
yesterday as present as tomorrow
though this appears impossible, as when
hinges allow double action soon hum
in saloons representing the Wild West
nothing betrays memory like sorrow
given trauma, the harm done, seeks to shape
yesterday as memories constructed
on emotions, heightened, squashed like a grape
until the juice ferments, deconstructed
resembling wine drunk at dinner, at best
empty as experience overwhelmed
ancient and forgotten, emotions lost
decisively to wisdom as a choice
yesterday, fear, today, the ship now helmed
on to victory by victims of chance
undergoing change never at the cost
when a ship sinks from neglect, but a voice
in the wilderness, in the desert, hot
like a casserole in the oven, dance
like cheddar cheese bubbling in an oven
somber sober reflection of the past
obviously cannot construct Big Ben
objectively as more real than spells cast
noticeably without hat, wand, or pot
forge a union with a witch to unhitch
objective reality from its cart
remember, space unfolds in time, fabric
given as thrown, with the body to start
enters life as kinetic, not static
tributes to novelty thrown in a ditch
Saturday, March 15, 2025
Don't Mess with a Leprechaun on St. Pat's Weekend ~ Saturday, March 15, 2025
Look, you're fat, stupid, and ugly. No one
on this planet cares to hear your big mouth
ordinarily, I won't waste my time
knocking my forehead against a wall, son
you're a big man, throw your weight around, no
only people with no business go south
until they talk smack not on their own dime
reasonable people ignore clueless
enemies of culture, nothing to show
forget the fact you underestimate
anyone you can't imagine a threat
truly, you may be twice my weight, but fate
sucks when you don't realize how upset
the need to control others makes timeless
understanding unnecessary, boi
pretend that I know how to kill, I do
if absolutely necessary, trust
difference is not apparent, too coy
as to see your own death by the other
no, I am not anyone to you, shoo
dust mite, shoo, you will disappear in rust
until time comes to check you out, your stats
give the angels some fret, as a brother
let's be clear, bruh, not mine, you might disturb
your surroundings unnecessarily
Nobody sees their own actions perturb
obvious relations, I warily
offer your dense mind, clarity, herd cats
no one sees the profit and less the point
except, I know you need help, or a joint
on this planet cares to hear your big mouth
ordinarily, I won't waste my time
knocking my forehead against a wall, son
you're a big man, throw your weight around, no
only people with no business go south
until they talk smack not on their own dime
reasonable people ignore clueless
enemies of culture, nothing to show
forget the fact you underestimate
anyone you can't imagine a threat
truly, you may be twice my weight, but fate
sucks when you don't realize how upset
the need to control others makes timeless
understanding unnecessary, boi
pretend that I know how to kill, I do
if absolutely necessary, trust
difference is not apparent, too coy
as to see your own death by the other
no, I am not anyone to you, shoo
dust mite, shoo, you will disappear in rust
until time comes to check you out, your stats
give the angels some fret, as a brother
let's be clear, bruh, not mine, you might disturb
your surroundings unnecessarily
Nobody sees their own actions perturb
obvious relations, I warily
offer your dense mind, clarity, herd cats
no one sees the profit and less the point
except, I know you need help, or a joint
Thursday, March 13, 2025
Why I Am Not Bertrand Russell, Thank God! ~ Thursday, March 13, 2025
Why I am not Bertrand Russell, thank God!
however ironic this bald faced lie
yolk as satire lacks comedic value
I, too. am not a Christian, spare the rod
as I grew up Roman Catholic, child
maybe that does not make sense, if I die
no one spoiled me with ignorance askew
old artificer, I am not certain
to act the dissembler, lets me run wild
Burning Rome with Nero on violin
ecclesiastic atheist connects
relations, associations, the din
traveling on a sphere, spatial aspects
remind travelers, raise the red curtain
arguments most sensible, pointless still
necessary in a world without sense
defend against future neglect and harm
Responsible hermeneutics, a pill
until Alice decides to eat, a choice
sudden enlightenment, the world feels dense
soporific, to sleep with no alarm
ephemeral and evanescent, speak
lightly in Ancient Greek and Latin, voice
liberal insights, though no anarchist
tortures cats for fun, the sun, coolfireblue
honors the risk to seek the truth, the twist
asserts establishment, how to unglue
needless power and wealth, strength feeds the weak
kill the Chinese aphrodisiac snail
Given how thrownness overcomes bad faith
objects in mirror, closer than a wraith
demonstrate "not my president" and fail
however ironic this bald faced lie
yolk as satire lacks comedic value
I, too. am not a Christian, spare the rod
as I grew up Roman Catholic, child
maybe that does not make sense, if I die
no one spoiled me with ignorance askew
old artificer, I am not certain
to act the dissembler, lets me run wild
Burning Rome with Nero on violin
ecclesiastic atheist connects
relations, associations, the din
traveling on a sphere, spatial aspects
remind travelers, raise the red curtain
arguments most sensible, pointless still
necessary in a world without sense
defend against future neglect and harm
Responsible hermeneutics, a pill
until Alice decides to eat, a choice
sudden enlightenment, the world feels dense
soporific, to sleep with no alarm
ephemeral and evanescent, speak
lightly in Ancient Greek and Latin, voice
liberal insights, though no anarchist
tortures cats for fun, the sun, coolfireblue
honors the risk to seek the truth, the twist
asserts establishment, how to unglue
needless power and wealth, strength feeds the weak
kill the Chinese aphrodisiac snail
Given how thrownness overcomes bad faith
objects in mirror, closer than a wraith
demonstrate "not my president" and fail
A37 ~ Thursday, March 13, 2025
As I wait for them to call my number
strangely enough, enough men with walkers
I imagine they arrived years ago
weather outside is beautiful, like you
ask not whether I will sit for decades
in this room, on this chair, until I need
the same care and attention as others
for a blood test, I forget my hunger
or the cool breeze and warmth from the sunshine
reality can wait for my number
taken from a pull tab in a deli
however, in a hospital, no meat
everywhere clean and tidy, except time
makes impressions, water stains, hidden dust
tooth and nail, I wait for thirty-seven
only, I need an espresso coffee
catch me while you can, am I stuck, not quite
as I have freedom to leave this behind
lessons to learn about consequences
leave behind my responsibility
maybe I did this when I called in sick
yet, that was to protect others from flu
not COVID-19 but some strange virus
until they bring my walker, trim my beard
murder the opportunity to walk
beneath the cherry trees in Evanston
each day possibility slips away
respiratory infection, I am not well
strangely enough, enough men with walkers
I imagine they arrived years ago
weather outside is beautiful, like you
ask not whether I will sit for decades
in this room, on this chair, until I need
the same care and attention as others
for a blood test, I forget my hunger
or the cool breeze and warmth from the sunshine
reality can wait for my number
taken from a pull tab in a deli
however, in a hospital, no meat
everywhere clean and tidy, except time
makes impressions, water stains, hidden dust
tooth and nail, I wait for thirty-seven
only, I need an espresso coffee
catch me while you can, am I stuck, not quite
as I have freedom to leave this behind
lessons to learn about consequences
leave behind my responsibility
maybe I did this when I called in sick
yet, that was to protect others from flu
not COVID-19 but some strange virus
until they bring my walker, trim my beard
murder the opportunity to walk
beneath the cherry trees in Evanston
each day possibility slips away
respiratory infection, I am not well
Sunday, March 9, 2025
Codeword: Hedgehog ~ Sunday, March 9, 2025
When I was fourteen, I got a crew cut
hedgehog, my mom called me, my new nickname
even though it never stuck, just the look
nothing else ever resembled me, but
I grew out my hair and beard at eighteen
when I first entered college but the game
asked too much of me, so much so, I shook
slowly my recovery took over
forget the insane asylum, I'd seen
older men and women lost on the path
under the influence of government
really, economics, to do the math
tables turned, the wealthy find their lives spent
each day finding a place to take cover
emptiness riddles brains with drug abuse
no one regulates the government sales
I hooked up with Project MKUltra
government lost control, brokered a truce
only, I was scarred, so many others
thoughtlessly lost to drugs, government fails
ask anyone, look around, this tundra
considered a nation, led by Satan
recall the epidemics, our mothers
eat the Word of the Lord to save our souls
words on the page, words on the street, AIDS/crack
counter the government need to make goals
underscore the impulse to watch your back
take the word, hedgehog, bring home the bacon
hedgehog, my mom called me, my new nickname
even though it never stuck, just the look
nothing else ever resembled me, but
I grew out my hair and beard at eighteen
when I first entered college but the game
asked too much of me, so much so, I shook
slowly my recovery took over
forget the insane asylum, I'd seen
older men and women lost on the path
under the influence of government
really, economics, to do the math
tables turned, the wealthy find their lives spent
each day finding a place to take cover
emptiness riddles brains with drug abuse
no one regulates the government sales
I hooked up with Project MKUltra
government lost control, brokered a truce
only, I was scarred, so many others
thoughtlessly lost to drugs, government fails
ask anyone, look around, this tundra
considered a nation, led by Satan
recall the epidemics, our mothers
eat the Word of the Lord to save our souls
words on the page, words on the street, AIDS/crack
counter the government need to make goals
underscore the impulse to watch your back
take the word, hedgehog, bring home the bacon
Saturday, March 8, 2025
Pastoral ~ Saturday, March 8, 2025
"Jesus Christ!" [Projection!?] That's what she said.
Exactly, have I seen this film before?
So sad that I am that awkward and shy.
Undertaker, burn me before I'm dead.
Suffer live cremation, immolation.
Christ suffered longer on the cross, the score?
Honestly, no one cares, really, and why?
Instruments of faith, teacher with lessons.
Such a morbid rewrite, perturbation.
Tell the story of their pastoral work.
Priests who offer the downtrodden their care.
Religion smiles a political smirk.
Objectively, they seek to want to share.
Jinx! The women leave and the light lessens.
Erection?! In public? Small dick, small balls.
Cum over here?! Old man syndrome. Half gone.
Trust the priesthood?! Bend over for some more.
Insert cylinder here, Niagara Falls.
Overwrought iron gates, smelted old slag.
Nothing but death. Sets dusk before the dawn.
Terror of equanimity, the score.
Hats off to Hollywood and strike the band.
Asinine as a donkey's bray, old hag.
Transference. The Jesus reference. Looks!
Startled by appearance. Unkempt yet clean.
Wicked world of delusion, cook the books!
Heinous truth, hidden corpse. Still alive. Mean.
Active rooter. Pig's snout. Truffles in sand.
Troublemaker. Since a child. In defense.
Servant of the Lord. Like Jesus. But not.
Heaven or hell? Who knows?! Such rhetoric!
Entertain language games. Creeds make no sense.
Shuffle my feet in the morning. Awake.
Argue with myself?! Poetry. She taught.
Inside of a minute. What is the trick?
Demonstrate faith by appearance. No sheik.
Exactly, have I seen this film before?
So sad that I am that awkward and shy.
Undertaker, burn me before I'm dead.
Suffer live cremation, immolation.
Christ suffered longer on the cross, the score?
Honestly, no one cares, really, and why?
Instruments of faith, teacher with lessons.
Such a morbid rewrite, perturbation.
Tell the story of their pastoral work.
Priests who offer the downtrodden their care.
Religion smiles a political smirk.
Objectively, they seek to want to share.
Jinx! The women leave and the light lessens.
Erection?! In public? Small dick, small balls.
Cum over here?! Old man syndrome. Half gone.
Trust the priesthood?! Bend over for some more.
Insert cylinder here, Niagara Falls.
Overwrought iron gates, smelted old slag.
Nothing but death. Sets dusk before the dawn.
Terror of equanimity, the score.
Hats off to Hollywood and strike the band.
Asinine as a donkey's bray, old hag.
Transference. The Jesus reference. Looks!
Startled by appearance. Unkempt yet clean.
Wicked world of delusion, cook the books!
Heinous truth, hidden corpse. Still alive. Mean.
Active rooter. Pig's snout. Truffles in sand.
Troublemaker. Since a child. In defense.
Servant of the Lord. Like Jesus. But not.
Heaven or hell? Who knows?! Such rhetoric!
Entertain language games. Creeds make no sense.
Shuffle my feet in the morning. Awake.
Argue with myself?! Poetry. She taught.
Inside of a minute. What is the trick?
Demonstrate faith by appearance. No sheik.
Friday, March 7, 2025
Ventus ~ Friday, March 7, 2025
Embrace ha-śāṭān to accept the flow
married to opposition, obstruction
blockages released like bats from a cave
rushing out into the night sky for show
aggregate murmurations of starlings
cornered, impose will without instruction
ego-driven world none could ever save
help me, Gaṇeśa, to impose my will
accept shayāṭīn as little darlings
senseless children without reason or spine
arguments for arguments sake arise
troubles unresolved, how could I decline
assignments for assistance, all my spies
notice the handbasket smells rank with swill
take out the trash, feed the pigs, garbage bins
objections aside, wake up, house on fire
articles of dissemination left
closed, unopened, forgotten, for our sins
corrupted by power and wealth, shower
every child in glitter and gold, gyre
proves what we start must not be left bereft
tears stain a pillow until thrown away
treat each adult as a child to cower
however lightning falls during a storm
enemy-mine, the adversary knows
future-selves reverse engineer the harm
lingering in muscles, tissues that grow
obstinate to change, obstacles delay
work, effort, energy guided to blow
married to opposition, obstruction
blockages released like bats from a cave
rushing out into the night sky for show
aggregate murmurations of starlings
cornered, impose will without instruction
ego-driven world none could ever save
help me, Gaṇeśa, to impose my will
accept shayāṭīn as little darlings
senseless children without reason or spine
arguments for arguments sake arise
troubles unresolved, how could I decline
assignments for assistance, all my spies
notice the handbasket smells rank with swill
take out the trash, feed the pigs, garbage bins
objections aside, wake up, house on fire
articles of dissemination left
closed, unopened, forgotten, for our sins
corrupted by power and wealth, shower
every child in glitter and gold, gyre
proves what we start must not be left bereft
tears stain a pillow until thrown away
treat each adult as a child to cower
however lightning falls during a storm
enemy-mine, the adversary knows
future-selves reverse engineer the harm
lingering in muscles, tissues that grow
obstinate to change, obstacles delay
work, effort, energy guided to blow
Wednesday, March 5, 2025
Neither Proud Nor Not Proud ~ Wednesday, March 5, 2025
All ideas object to what is not real
like immaterial thoughts, wisps of clouds
little to hold or grasp, to touch or feel
immediately, the fork comes to hand
deliberately, without a thought to think
engage with intuition, consider
artifice to create the world of forms
suspect designs never follow function
obscenity without right intention
bolster subversive art not for art's sake
jeans and cowboy boots, shirtless men who kiss
eject the punk aesthetic to accept
crass casualty, above the skyline
tickets to radiant theology
touch the stars with a glance, anarchy reigns
over the lies of ideology
wicked to imagine a candle flame
honesty with mistakes, acts of regret
aspects of disappointment serve to meet
terror, torture, and trauma at the door
ideology bolsters the archway
supplants reason for faith in persona
nothing but disguises, masks fool the crowd
obey the leader or fail to succeed
transform the world with small acts and favors
relish the illusion, the delusion
evanescent and ephemeral scenes
all remains still, nothing ever changes
lonely as clouds, the appearance is death
like immaterial thoughts, wisps of clouds
little to hold or grasp, to touch or feel
immediately, the fork comes to hand
deliberately, without a thought to think
engage with intuition, consider
artifice to create the world of forms
suspect designs never follow function
obscenity without right intention
bolster subversive art not for art's sake
jeans and cowboy boots, shirtless men who kiss
eject the punk aesthetic to accept
crass casualty, above the skyline
tickets to radiant theology
touch the stars with a glance, anarchy reigns
over the lies of ideology
wicked to imagine a candle flame
honesty with mistakes, acts of regret
aspects of disappointment serve to meet
terror, torture, and trauma at the door
ideology bolsters the archway
supplants reason for faith in persona
nothing but disguises, masks fool the crowd
obey the leader or fail to succeed
transform the world with small acts and favors
relish the illusion, the delusion
evanescent and ephemeral scenes
all remains still, nothing ever changes
lonely as clouds, the appearance is death
To Autumn ~ Wednesday, March 5, 2025
I'm so sorry you are so beautiful
maybe too beautiful for words, Autumn
so sorry, again, as I am so old
older than you could imagine, okay
such is my luck, now I'm no longer shy
only reserved without raging hormones
raging and railing against the wind, blow
ridiculous grace to present myself
yet, if I were just thirty years younger
yes, I'm an old man with enormous wings
only I'm neither angel nor demon
underneath the lies, I uncover truth
ask me not why Icarus falls, wax wings
remember the lecher, I'm no teacher
empty words, meaningless idle chatter
such is my fate, full of disappointment
only I did not die young, I survived
beauty changes over the years, it burns
elegant as butter in a hot pan
a skillet over flames, melting sweetness
underneath the lies, I understand love
truth be told, I may be bold, a tiger
ignorant of how to apply wisdom
for theory is more real than in practice
underneath the physical world, magic
lifts the veil of illusion, marry me
maybe too beautiful for words, Autumn
so sorry, again, as I am so old
older than you could imagine, okay
such is my luck, now I'm no longer shy
only reserved without raging hormones
raging and railing against the wind, blow
ridiculous grace to present myself
yet, if I were just thirty years younger
yes, I'm an old man with enormous wings
only I'm neither angel nor demon
underneath the lies, I uncover truth
ask me not why Icarus falls, wax wings
remember the lecher, I'm no teacher
empty words, meaningless idle chatter
such is my fate, full of disappointment
only I did not die young, I survived
beauty changes over the years, it burns
elegant as butter in a hot pan
a skillet over flames, melting sweetness
underneath the lies, I understand love
truth be told, I may be bold, a tiger
ignorant of how to apply wisdom
for theory is more real than in practice
underneath the physical world, magic
lifts the veil of illusion, marry me
Ash Wednesday ~ Wednesday, March 5, 2025
I confess to no one, they cannot be trusted
can I myself be trusted, not without a self
only they believe in the permanence of soul
nothing but gibberish, arguments to avoid
forget Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras, or Shrove Tuesday
each to their own, or you do you, but not children
silence, unmistakable silence on issues
sanctimonious, perverted conspiracy
trust no one, not authority, not priests, no one
only, as with Project MKUltra, silence
not only reigns supreme but deafens all voices
obey, follow, believe, do not distrust, in faith
only, the silence runs crimson, conspiracies
neglect the infected, the victims of events
each to their own, choose, make decisions, and succeed
take for example the homeless woman, a child
how she begs for food and coffee in the winter
each to their own, choices made in the past reveal
yellow journalism, full of scapegoats and lies
can I myself be trusted, not without a self
aspects of impermanence efface past events
no inherent, permanent self, no soul, moments
need a makeover and a do-over, homeless
only for a mulligan, as in golf, honor
the human crushed by Christianity, not Christ
broken biological machines, the godless
evicted from Eden, exiled, for crack cocaine
the children of crack neglected, victims, the State
regards the lambs of God as unworthy, money
under God, one nation, as capital, vested
sycophants to power, not to the good, Plato
trust no one no longer adult-children of God
each to their own, call Him, or Them, each to their own
difficult to avoid, the neglect is piled high
can I myself be trusted, not without a self
only they believe in the permanence of soul
nothing but gibberish, arguments to avoid
forget Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras, or Shrove Tuesday
each to their own, or you do you, but not children
silence, unmistakable silence on issues
sanctimonious, perverted conspiracy
trust no one, not authority, not priests, no one
only, as with Project MKUltra, silence
not only reigns supreme but deafens all voices
obey, follow, believe, do not distrust, in faith
only, the silence runs crimson, conspiracies
neglect the infected, the victims of events
each to their own, choose, make decisions, and succeed
take for example the homeless woman, a child
how she begs for food and coffee in the winter
each to their own, choices made in the past reveal
yellow journalism, full of scapegoats and lies
can I myself be trusted, not without a self
aspects of impermanence efface past events
no inherent, permanent self, no soul, moments
need a makeover and a do-over, homeless
only for a mulligan, as in golf, honor
the human crushed by Christianity, not Christ
broken biological machines, the godless
evicted from Eden, exiled, for crack cocaine
the children of crack neglected, victims, the State
regards the lambs of God as unworthy, money
under God, one nation, as capital, vested
sycophants to power, not to the good, Plato
trust no one no longer adult-children of God
each to their own, call Him, or Them, each to their own
difficult to avoid, the neglect is piled high
Saturday, March 1, 2025
The First 100 Days ~ Saturday, March 1, 2025
Recalcitrant recusant with heels kicks
exactly, X marks the spot, where a bruise
causes pain, hidden, the whole truth, treasure
accessed by digging deep, until what sticks
listlessly up, buried, now found, who knew
catharsis cleanses Catherine to cruise
inside the fallen angel, no pleasure
transcendent, pure evil, to climb over
recover the corpse from the field, a shrew
asinine language games, the devil speaks
notably as a construct, an idea
transformed into Hitler, eloquence wreaks
righteous havoc, fascism, Sophia
emits a phrase, World War III, take cover
criminals released from prison, pardon
until fluency, my French comes with fries
succor for succotash, services street
action, nullify karma, the garden
neglected, exiled, none to care, concern
translate back into American, lies
welcome to fact-check, who misses a beat
in fourteen hundred and sixty-one days
time informs history, as if to burn
haunted years, under desks, benefactor
helps remember, mindless leadership, date
experience, disease unchecked, actor
exercises his skills, Brandenburg Gate
lick their boots, Trumpery persists, the rays
shine continuously, nothing changes
kill the liberal front, anarchy rests
in the balls, in the balls, kick him, you mule
curse blessed, miraculous exchanges
kiss me with a glance, look up from our tests
sick, the President was shot, still in school
exactly, X marks the spot, where a bruise
causes pain, hidden, the whole truth, treasure
accessed by digging deep, until what sticks
listlessly up, buried, now found, who knew
catharsis cleanses Catherine to cruise
inside the fallen angel, no pleasure
transcendent, pure evil, to climb over
recover the corpse from the field, a shrew
asinine language games, the devil speaks
notably as a construct, an idea
transformed into Hitler, eloquence wreaks
righteous havoc, fascism, Sophia
emits a phrase, World War III, take cover
criminals released from prison, pardon
until fluency, my French comes with fries
succor for succotash, services street
action, nullify karma, the garden
neglected, exiled, none to care, concern
translate back into American, lies
welcome to fact-check, who misses a beat
in fourteen hundred and sixty-one days
time informs history, as if to burn
haunted years, under desks, benefactor
helps remember, mindless leadership, date
experience, disease unchecked, actor
exercises his skills, Brandenburg Gate
lick their boots, Trumpery persists, the rays
shine continuously, nothing changes
kill the liberal front, anarchy rests
in the balls, in the balls, kick him, you mule
curse blessed, miraculous exchanges
kiss me with a glance, look up from our tests
sick, the President was shot, still in school
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