(tweeted 3.3.2014)
“I am gone.”, she said,
shimmered and faded
“I am gone.”, she said,
then winked away.
(tweeted 3.3.2014)
“I am gone.”, she said,
shimmered and faded
“I am gone.”, she said,
then winked away.
(tweeted 2.28.2014)
Every time I raise my mask
I see monsters.
I’d rather play the zombie,
camouflaged, walking dead.
(tweeted 2.27.2014)
On dry paths
I hear distant water
and take refreshment
Essential to reflection:
the absence of a mirror.
Truth free of projection
is eloquent and clear.
Proclaiming preference to be rule
stands the bigot; falls the fool.
(Tweeted 2.24.2014)
Time’s relevance, finite:
no river,
but chain;
Eventful reactions,
each ending
the same.
(Tweeted 2.20.2014)
God-fucked and flung to ground,
Groping without grasp;
Clinging to the specter
of divine deliverance.
– Ian Anderson – Bungle in the Jungle
(tweeted 02.19.2014)
God placed the apple in Eden knowing;
Let loose the snake.
Condemned to everlasting
for a bite he knew we’d take.
I am a monster of my own making;
molded to the mask,
collecting quarters for the carousel,
dying to get off.
Studied in storied academe,
hallowed to entice
in prolix eruditions
though one word would suffice.