In the crisp morning air I breath deep and stand at the bridge looking out to the sea.
The rocks will never mean the same thing and the sand will never again belong to me.
Light from the sun rises but it will never be like the dawn before.
No one is here but me and the wind seeps through my jacket and into my bones.
I remember when I sat waiting for her to awake and the times we all sat and waited for nothing,
but now I wait for the past as the future brings me the present.
Yet, nothing can compare to what has already been shared and because of that I sit and think of how I long for yesterday.

"Where are your gloves?"
A man with watery blue eyes,
And steaming black coffee asks me.
I almost cannot hear him over the brutal wind,
The city taken by storm.

He leans closer and whispers,
"They are giving some away,
Under the bridge."
As if I know exactly which bridge he is speaking of.

Winking,
He continues past me on the street.
Homeless,
But fortunate in his kindness.

Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

flowers faded
petals torn
pattern on
my carpet worn
dusty tread
frayed thread
i'll buy a new one
instead

this desire to consume you
to disolve your very blood cells into mine
we become
temporary
come
become
separate
cells
divide
subside
solidi­fy
sigh
sublime
sweat
slides

There’s you,
And there’s me.
Heartbreak and hope
Naivety and rationality.

Can I ever rid myself of you?

I will always be naïve.
I will have my heart broken many more times.

But I don’t think it’s fair
That I become the one
Who gets to look stupid.

Ridiculed silently behind cool facades
While stay as you were

—as you always were

And watch me dissolve
Before your eyes
As you pretend
You’re well.

Stand back and admire your handiwork.
I hope you’re proud

Because you’ve broken me in two,
And it hardly took any effort

At all.

you must rise above
the gloomy clouds
covering the mountaintop
otherwise, how will you
ever see the brightness?

Inertia the process of doing nothing

Contradiction the art of jumping intellectual rope

Intellectualism the active engagement in educated debate

Spinning the result of which is dizziness

Dizziness a state of uncertainty

Debating the conversational to and fro

Art is conversation nothing more

Conversation a non productive but necessary social engagement

Formal education

Relative information specificity

Consider the ****** lilies

Consideration Debate Intelligence Conversation Inertia

Eye lashes flicker
a shared urgent interest
parting - dancing smile


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