A glance in the mirror and I can't believe this is the only face I'll ever have.
Centuries-old compositions that a man has dedicated years of his life to resurrect before us and I am more focussed on bobbing my head up and down, in subtle movements, pretending to scratch an itchy nose, in hope of spotting that face somewhere amongst the audience reflected in the lacquer of the piano, the face … Continue reading scholia 99
The poem ends here and the rest a footnote underneath the barbeque, the manicure, and the park. Nothing grows in this garden but the tyranny of distance the dictatorship of comfort and sickly tomato plants Victim to the weather, the nexus of conversation, and limit for those who dare to question green lawn graves. To … Continue reading Suburbism
I am walking all over your carpet, and feeling sorry for saying sorry so much, but again, sorry for walking over your carpet with my bleeding heart. Don't take it the wrong way, I am shy and introverted but I wouldn't mind suplexing you through your nice coffee table if you got smart with me, … Continue reading A letter to no one 6
The ship has sunk and it was my fault. I asked for it really, and in the end I am not sorry either so if you are reading this message that I am going to seal in the last bottle of vermouth after I finish it then I hope you hold off on the rescue … Continue reading Shipshape
Two old Jews walk along the bank of the sea of Galilee and spot a man standing on the surface of the water. "What does this mean?" asked the first. To which the second replied, "Oy gevalt, how would I know you? Want me to walk over there and ask him? What are ya? Meshuggener?"
His job, Remote Solutions, a NATO associated private military company that has thrived in an era of no-boots-on-the-ground interventionism that has dominated the US hegemonic policing of the world as motivated by hypervigilant corporate-funded media conglomerates inflating their profit margins in the free-market fuelled pursuit of spectacle and sensationalism which has turned the aesthetic multitudes … Continue reading one point three billion and one