n.b.: as a man, if I feel good? I implode... a pseudo-solipsism emerges... only i, want to feel what I feel and feel that good... but women? Feminist pink is Communist red...they feel good they immediately projection that sense of goodness without realising the natural injustices and whimsical nurtures of this world... Dear Karen original +++ projection becomes a parasitical lethargy that can't be sentenced to a correct metabolism of exhaustion.

Masculine good vibes: implosion...
Feminine goo feelz: projection...
pseudo-Platonic sadism reindeer
Duffus the Rude Adolph
said so;
since an implosion is a tactic
constructed vis-a-vis: self-reliance
and is not... a dependency
of sycophantic probation approval.

As I stroll
These city roads
Watching people
With heavy loads.
They don’t
say hello
Seem never
to smile,
Just a pedestrian
In another mile.
Red light
Green light
Unaware
These city
Streets
They seem
So bare.

Rhythms,
Unashamed sounds,
Playing to the beat of their internal drum,
No fear of questioning,
But unleashing originality as it comes.

This grey day
I have not even my shadow
for company

I'll burn this belly out
churning up coffee grounds
whiskey builds the fire
loss, the kindling
dreams, the fuel
and then you wake
and realize it's
done...

There was no fire left.
There was no good use for the loss.
The dreams...empty
and you realize you're
done...

Open my mouth
cornocopia of
rainbowed feathers
pour out.

“Why do you lie?” They asked the child
“To protect my self from harm”, was the reply.


Is there a place for the.truth.
1 January 2025.  

One that’s lives with pain,
Must it be hidden for shame?

Skidding on broken ice.