MY PHILOSOPHY ON EMPATHY, THE AFTERLIFE AND THE MAP OF MORE

The crisis we are facing, we face as a species locked into the paradigm that civilization,
in order to placate itself must act through selfish means. We govern by selfishness,
business is selfish, corporations are selfish. The whole world operates as if the
sole principle was in gaining more. While we are busy gaining the world is crashing
to a halt because it cannot sustain the brutal ravaging it experiences at the hands
of over-popul… Continue

drowned with the weight of his stare,
in reverie i shivered, as I felt bare
awakened by reality, my solitude manages conceited outer amity.
mindful not to push out the stud on my nose.
i took another hit of my morning dews dose.
i bathe myself with tea to hide my skin hues
while I listen to the untimely head-bang news.
until suddenly mood blasted by silence
perplexity amuses my own kind of innocence
i let, again, the warmth of your remoteness enveloped my mass
be possessed by your voice, lull… Continue

Happy Thanksgiving.

“Love and Joy”
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Drove to the park one night.
And, he quickly killed the lights.
Said: “Walk with me awhile.”
Gorgeous lover lost her smile.
She begged him: “Take me home.”
But, he rushed out all alone.
“Love, I must get one thing.”
And, he came back with a ring.
Alleluia. Alleluia.
Knelt and said: “Be my bride.”
Soon his lover’s smile grew wide.
“Please… Continue

Devil's Bargain

We had done the devil's bargain
only a couple of times
before it all started going wrong
And even as I sit here
Typing these words
on another shit piss evening
Sealing the deal
on another day
I'll have to drink to forget
It all started off
with getting bitched at by you
for daring to ask
What is was you wanted from me
I don't think you even know
and every time we talk
is another chance
to tighten the screws
And I've got news for you
I've already been through
the shittiest times… Continue

Body - intricate mortuary. Elaborate
shadows are its shifting art.
Kinetic dark,
smooth as haunted ballet. It falls –
eventually – like apples,
boozy and rotten,
un-choreographed,
but with the grace of widows who
never loved their husbands. Love,

I am ashamed to show you. The sound
of decline is blood rushing to a bruise.
Quiet – unless you are under skin –
where it deafens like the retreating heat
of a new corpse. The hardest thing – being
unable to slide into the self without anguish
- to see… Continue