#redux
i tell her the truth
"je suis en amour"
i say we are but youth,
yet my heart is so sore
her reaction uncouth
she points to the door
do you not recall
words spoken before?
was our love such a war?
must you have poured
my heart out onto the floor?
and burned my soul
to its very core?
“this talk is a chore,
and ill have no more.
get out and stay out,
garçon en amour!”
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 12:19 AM UTC
You worry about the harm one could do?
I'm worried about the harm being done.
You're worried to offer an inch?
I tell you, grab a hold of my arm!
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 12:29 AM UTC
An old boy's philosophy, ambles up
arrow in one hand,
strung bow in the other…
Aim at nothing,
you cannot miss.
I watch this idea, nothing more, no thing,
a thought…
nock the shaft, draw back the bow,
but
not as I expected, not
as I saw ahead, not
aiming at the skies, outmost limit…
no,
this arrow aimed at me.
Or was it you?
Mustabin you, or nothing, as intended,
I was aiming at nothing,
to prove I could still hit it as easily as once,
when I was young,
and at the brink… of next, laughing
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 3:11 PM UTC
It ended before it began.
I think that’s how the saying goes.
It was for the best, I’m sure.
I’d have broken my own heart
and not let you pick up any of the pieces.
But before I hug you, wish you the best,
and tell you to stay in touch
as we part amid a myriad of clichés,
I have one grain of truth to share:
You made me feel beautiful again.
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 8:21 PM UTC
The merged generations, emerge from first
cold night in the mountains,
announcing,
This is screen-free Sunday.
I say this is the first day of ever after.
I read a bit
-- Infinite Jest, just a stream that contributes,
from time
to time, finity to finity, a dead man's former
mind fitted into words,
emanating from
the audible version of the words processed
in the Nineties, flowing through the
post I-Mac realm of words to the wise
and otherwise,
flooding the lexagraphic learners of grammar
for sense in silence,
self-reading silently,
breathing commas,
allow our pauses to perpetuate se per
selah… say
la la la
as time flows by, like a wild river in the spring,
Infinite Jest, there is a thread
through environs unimaginable to me,
until the inventions were given as inspirations,
did you know, I heard,
Steve Jobs yoosta
stand in the comode,
and flush it, gnoshit. In a state
like meditation,
zoned out of bounds in mere mistaken chance,
ping ping ping
a good idea, a bell of a thought.
We think in words, not all minds do.
Plenty punishments puns provideo please
if -ish is sortalike… shitilised, four syl-lables
la la la
ra ra ra, boom
sort on those, and mix up the story,
in the bubble you be reading in,
give us a universe, fit into the final bubble,
beyond imagining minds,
this world of words.
Here is where we word wise do as we heard,
when we read what the prophets say,
the angels said… re-
conciliation - nation to nation, peace
on earth {as in heaven BTW}
goodwill… the real deal, to fill the flaw, in the law,
which allowed imaginary places power
in carnal minds.
Jesus fixed that. Jah, no joke, he took it,
the joke on me, I traded for the
joke on you, he said,
I heard.
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC
the old live-sex shows on Time Square remind me of transgressive Performance Art. Public mind ******* Sounds like a blast.
The infant princeling left to fend in the wild wilderness;
it's pretty awesome at that.
You make me surprise myself,
she said up on her small haunches; her perfect Persian eye kaleidoscopic yes yes yes
how's that?
I can't remember anymore. If I do, I'll tell you about it.
I'd like to unwrap u like a gift; surprises are the face mystery wears in public.
Oedipus felt his strength increasing; called before the Olympian beside the likes of Prometheus, Theseus, Jason and Heracles, Hermes and Dionysus; chosen as immortal constellations; Oedipus the King;
his soul wandering over Egyptian sands; he hears her;
Her voice is sweet like a song
"I'm sitting here wondering if that's brilliant or ridiculous. I guess I'll just call it ridiculously brilliant."
That will likely not be the last time i say that to you.
Don't let it be the last; I love being both ridiculous & brilliant.
Peering in her crystal she says: "You don't let it be the last."
As if you would attend the marriage of dadaism & quantum theory
cat licking her paw purrs
I don't even know what that means, but it's sweet that you thought I would.
ur not knowing is sweet; I'd say more but I think this is where we would not know together in the cloud of unknowing of the mystery of the unsaid in the suspense of discovery.
Blinking in the sunlight, she says: "Is that your poetic way of telling me you said something, and don't even know what it meant?" the knowingly unsaid said knowingly
"Are you ******
not particularly, he replied.
"Must be just me."
Now it was Oedipus who blinked; must be or maybe together we're a puzzle wrapped in a riddle.
I think we got each other figured out, she said.
I feel like Oedipus to ur Sphinx he said.
I'm not sure I remember the correlation said she.
the correlation of what?
Oedipus and Sphinx
okay...
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
Once starshine
Once iodide
For years healing
You're done healing
You hard stop
You immolate
Every word
To ember but
You made a line of fuel right to me
that I will follow
I swore I'd
Sing should you **** me
Unless you
took my tongue with you
I see you
thought sealing my mouth
with stitches
Would drown my cries
We see
See how well that worked
Now don't we?
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
antiquated diatribes
hackneyed bromides
deflated explosions
unreal delusions
sycophantic embraces
hiding disgraces
cult of bipolarity
words of triviality
obsessively unceasing
yawningly unentertaining
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 2:48 AM UTC
o palmyra
lonely sentinel
to know you
was to love you
your silken threads
were spiced with gold
we trade today in
hate twice sold
faith in the
Almighty's trust
and now you are but
dust to dust
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC