And all the shooting stars became planes of freedom
Sowing bombs on schools, and hospitals, and the rubble homes
Demolition rained and kept raining, rising a wave of a million refugees
Those lucky recent amputees who survived amidst the elimination of entire generations
The shooting stars are lost in the clouds of smog
The planes will return with their gas and their bombs
Until the last of us is no longer able to sing our patriotic song
The rivers filled with blood
will run dry one day
and our bodies will decay on the seashore
where we, the aggressors, lay
until the last of us has died
and prophecy will finally be realised,
a wait of three thousand years will cease
but your Promise Land, from the river Nile
to the drying Euphrates,
lays spread across the mass grave
of the authentic natives
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 7:59 PM UTC
i.
on the eve of the beginning
we swam in the vast nothingness of an eternal now
spellbound in the sea of retrograde amnesia
born into a plague
& primed by spacetime abstractions
ripped out of childlike purity
& morphed into a disfigured automaton species
stalking the asphalt planes of the panopticon
with heads hung by the burden of dim lit distractions
tailored for the livestock subscribed
to the web shaped shackles
at the foot of life's lonely mountain
the summit appears to rise & disappear
unscalable the snowcaps melts into the heavens
ii.
18 years of mapping the blank trackless pages
in my own odyssey
- a journey of expanding cartography
in the desolate wilderness of poetry & 21st century philosophy
- beyond the walls & platonic disfigured forms
my scourge is housebound
periodic slants in discourtesy by my menage
- in between motherly love & a motherly nudge
i'm half-shoved from my novel-aspiration-shaped nest
being served batch after batch of freshly baked
best-interest flavored advice
"join ben-dod in the finance game"
before reluctantly accepting with a patronizing
"im yirtzeh hashem".
a classic case of family tree suffering -
struck by a bout of root rot.
deep sigh in
mantra
slow sigh out
{mechanical cogs act as dials
on the dashboard of perception
yet the observer lies unbound
in the realm of the transcendental}
iii.
starring out the window
watching birds flutter in a mating dance
my gaze
collapses
drifting out of the frame & into an internal debate
to which i'm a spectator?
are we three, i wonder...
both participant(s) & mediator in the puzzling di(tri)alogue
centered on 'for' & 'against' a trip to the barber for a haircut
while the voices ramble on inside my fragmented mind
i let my attention step outside
taking flight with the ***** dancing budgies
running my hand though my hair
turning cold
what if i start balding?
on a seesaw swaying from
'greatest hit haircuts' highlight reels
to visions of the shiniest chrome dome in the city
lost...
blooming sunny weather
lost...
iv.
both long-hand & short-hand
revolve in an infinite circuit
high-brow & low-brow
hands all pointed at the gyrating face
who is the author of my dreams
& he who visits me when i am engulfed
by the busy swarm of creativity
mystical genie who appears from his cave
shaping syllables & words
out of the buzzing humdrum
clear as black ink on a white page...
it streams out of my hand
at a rate which i cling to
as i am whisked through
that flower garden of poetry
v.
Q. answer Fermi's paradox ::
~ we are the aliens
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 8:30 PM UTC
(i)
a satellite bridge made of bones
hangs over the cosmic ocean,
there we sit, skipping stones
reading parables of fish and loaves,
castaways, adrift a depleted ocean.
memories of fresh water and wine
in an age of salinity, facing eternal drought
in tidal synchronization
geometric oscillation, puzzle-piece limbs
stride hypnotized, in metronomic fashion
our seamless spikes and curves collide
inside-in, inside-out.
at first, my tentative, trembling tentacles
could only pluck petals,
now I harvest flowers in full bloom
while pruning your flowerbed in gardens among foxes
above your throne are mirrors of distortion,
****** skin retouched with gothic tattoo reflections
a shrine of mongoose skulls forms the frame of that strange looking-glass.
(ii)
she stellifies above rubble jenga
he stargazes from a fools tower
(would-be) king and (dowager) queen
of supernova kingdom
(iii)
dandelion narcolepsy spreads
like rice fields in monsoon season
ceremonius ritual like a cryptogram deciphered,
the artist of symbolic seduction
navigates and unwinds her corset,
santa maria arrival, the destination: ******* divine
hands juggle with ease
of seasoned trapeze expertise,
rhythm of a bluesman at crossroads
strumming, and sliding along
a fretboard spine
×××
she is forever
endless and enrobed
in sailor made knots
and tailormade ink blots
closed galactic streets meet
in a runway solstice
there,
i will kiss her feet
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 12:49 AM UTC
Among the stumbling puffs of bar-smoke
and the thick twang of guitar licks,
a serpent-charmer fingers nylon tightropes
each note transcendent, a step across suspension.
Under his spell,
sound does not fall.
it levitates.
A polyphiloprogenitive poet
breeding love into cosmically native language,
waves launch pages into uncharted spaces,
star-shot syllables launching
from a mouth baptized in juniper.
His aura is a spaceship,
vibrating in rhythms unheard
hypnotic frequencies inhabit hips.
the room feels murky
while lungs draw in the botanical burn.
drums drown out answers with blunt percussion trauma,
my insides bruise and bloom.
Beer trembles in shallow constellations
across the lacquered bar,
darts defy spacetime.
Tiptoes hover,
invisible currents ripple
through denim and doubt,
no blouse unbuttoned, until I open my eyes.
Doorframes shudder
as chests expand beyond architecture.
Goggles tilt morals,
whisky descends like doctrine.
Heads inflate with temporary cosmologies,
winks barter warmth
in a room starved of the moon.
I'm waiting for her to dance me into a slumber.
Voodoo laughter cracks the rafters,
howls feather into violet concussion.
Blue suede shifts its weight
at the back of the room,,
a caboose uncoupled from sleep.
Rivers, traced with beavers
begin their hydrostatic work.
Knees forget their age-old arguments,
thighs, untied, descend like monsoon loosened waterfalls.
Secrets bead at the collarbone
and travel southward, unnamed.
What is burning is not the liquor.
What is soaked is not the tented air.
Rain falls indoors, flash floods,
smiles distort into one-way invocation.
Echoes multiply themselves
against brick and bone.
Somewhere within the tremor,
between pounding drum-skin
and quacking tsunami bloodstream-
the body remembers
what language has always tried
and failed
to confess.
Voodoo Voodoo, I'll never go back home.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC
No ill intent
No self control
Just a dog with a bone
Looking for a hole
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 8:53 PM UTC
Contemplating ************
I lie on my crookedly back
on a lumpy mattress
with curves in all the wrong places,
studying the ceiling’s hairline fractures
as though they were maps
(anywhere, but here)
speed bump city
crawling with untarred roads
leading nowhere, anyway.
hopelessness fills the spaces in between
alleys fermenting in their own neglect,
and cemeteries meet parks, overlapping
seeded with broken glass
where children once rehearsed futures.
junkie-slop spray-painted bridges
slump,
over lifeless, macroplastic
polluted rivers
which carry industrial excrement
bubbling, past jetty beams
surrendering to rot.
The city decomposes all around me,
above me, below my feet and yet
Worst of all,
death lives within me.
A cigarette hangs from my mouth
its ember a minor sunrise.
small things are big in a world of defeat...
my mind dances
with every deep inhalation,
as sparks perform their brief ballet
then vanish as if rehearsed.
Sirens stitch the distance.
Dogs growl at the invisible danger
lurking at every corner in this town.
Bins rattle like an embodiment of the anxious conscience.
Somewhere, an ambulance [tragically]
edits and prolongs a life.
Disharmony harbors inside these walls
all the same,
acting as conductor to the choir of braintot vices and the ever persistent
peace disruptor clock
(they never stop)
tick,
tock
tick,
tock...
small metronomes
with a destructive appetite.
My mindmaps catalogue the abandoned districts
of my own interior:
bridges never crossed,
letters unsent,
texts ghosted,
ambitions weathered down
to bottom of the can, faded graffiti.
Desire does not announce itself
with trumpets.
It arrives like municipal decay -
quiet,
inevitable,
functional.
inconveniently,
the ceiling does not answer.
the night does not intervene.
the city continues its indifferent pulse.
There are roads one repairs.
There are roads one avoids.
and there are roads
that circle back
around the neck, and back
to the body.
in an overflowing ashtray
i extinguish the cigarette.
the dancing is done.
and the all consuming room waits,
closing in.
Hmm.
I should **********
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 1:08 AM UTC
Arthur Schopenhauer //
“for where did Dante take the material of his hell
but from our actual world?"
•••••••••
shut up, sit down
right & write & write right
you better recite those rules
if you intend on having an 'equal' oppurtinity.
line up, kneel down
jump up, "how high?"
- good boy now lie down
with the constitutional strawman
and soyboy snowman
always melting.
starting young when
institutional furnaces
made the snowflakes smooth
and warped them in molds
needed or the standardized proof.
diamonds ny the dozensn
reshaped into single-use tools.
bright eyed sandpit artisans
crushed under thumb
shaped to retrograde
& handmade into A-grade wage slaves
set for a cubicle daze till coffin days.
god bless the progress
of fetish dressed
uniform boys & girls in prison shaped schools. caferguns for lunch
pop goes the panopticon.
lock up, kneel down
shots ring out
one, two
another shooter burst through the pearly gates
rinse & repeat
something smells like insanity
somehow rhe privatized,
polluted streams led fish to climb trees
Just like those
set in the garden of eden
where men of the cloak
hand out circumcised bonus points
to kids on their knees
in classrooms and Sunday school reform halls.
Diine archeuck. Cahjedrls built for stealing children and human nature
pipe down with those dangerous views
on the dancing app.
Say ahhh and open wide
here comes the pipe back with a vengemance
And back with artifical intelligence
equipped with surveillance
and updated with the new
palantir drone missile launching spec sets
pipes back,
Watching you, waiting for you
ready for you to take it deeper
deep throat that pipe
all the way down your neck
its time for a national rollout of force feeding
gluten free, artificial dye free
flavorings include GM indoctrination
& fat duck consumer propaganda
turn to the closing page & a menu of foie gras
lays in wait for graduated waiters later
climb the snake laden ladder
where the rats race for fat cats
'on your marx'
head on the chopping block
retrenched & savings lost by suit & tie
gambling men
snorting 401ks and ketaninne while
betting everything
(Excluding their house)
horse tranquilizers are bad for good judgement and betting on bubbles to win
At the table where silicone surgically emhanced stock market dealers
have already rigged the game .
Segui il tuo corso, e lascia dir le genti
tea time, float with the turning tide
now march with mao
dragging those wild west
Wall Street banking thieves
headfirst to the guillotine.
game face, cut chains
workers united are able brush
The dust out of a penthouse
and off the organization owned high rise roofs.
their crimes will paint the streets red
Human Rights will paint the town red
one say.
bail out this
& burn in hell as the system falls
a new future is to be born with the rising class conscious awakened dawn
brick, by brick
Break down the empire
buit on your back
While you weren't aware of your status as an unpaid volunteer .
Illegal occupation has been misidentidied and compromised. Rather...
It was your time, your body, your mind, and autonomous nature, hijacked.
All this while you were the host of a parasite class
And your sovereignty has been occupied by illegals, unmask the robber barrons
found in redacted files once,
find them in a single file once again
facing a wall this time, your call.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 9:19 PM UTC
streets stained with unschooled blood
washing tracks with floods of mud
ship rudders turn stuck in that sludge
olive branches sinking in tears of a dove
reruns are boring.
barroom brawls fall short of grace
vomiting the bitter taste of losing face
cut the fat cake of entitled waste
swing open the doors to pearly gates
destiny is calling.
yesterday burns a paper bonfire
mountain of ash lie serving a reminder
abstinence bites but propels even higher
poison pills paint illusions growing tired
drunk chat yawning.
wings bathed in bird seed season
crossing waltz art and foxtrot reason
stuck record songs spin unforgotten
long stale tongues reek stinking rotten
soaped mouths bubbling.
wolf shouting howls at a painted mirror
haircuts crack splitting the strongest pillar
rooster calling thrice seeking a martyr
assaulted sleeping princess stole happy after
spilled milk drying.
pill popping cats light up all nine
distillation cursed the gift of wine
rich and poor ink a wider ruled line
Tesla's pearls lying in pens with swine
gambling died trying.
toddler painting breaking the bank
shoelace whipped scars deepest crack
tortoise shells slip reversing back
sidewalk smiles hit harder than smack
hunger feeds breeding
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 7:40 PM UTC