The spawning of this... an ancient, newly built, dynasty. Omits glitter laced in martyrdom facing toward mastery, caked with pious dictatorship. It is placed upon an isle of baneful refineries. There is no need to define an antagonist. They understand who they are. Alone, they are, the only pear shaped, placid matriarchs with a bronze … Continue reading the Family Circus
I flew in formation. As far as, I could. But my depth of perception is not particularly, good. It is only impressionism that comes alive. A place in which conformity cannot hide. Year, upon lonely year, hiding from pride. A violence sighted by my benign plight. Again and again, the sway of far off … Continue reading An Impression That I Get
If the phrase, 'I am disappointed in you!' Could be castrated. I would hang it upon a wall. Hung high above the impediments of swollen doors. Hung high in a disorderly hall Then, perhaps, an inscription of my own wants...five feet tall. 'Alas, so am I!' In equality, the tattered room could be made small. … Continue reading What to Castrate?
Sultry subtleties, of change have surrounded the camp. Red leaf, blue sky, old slaughterhouses... Not a one to ask, 'why?' Just the stillness of what used to be. Infatuated with lies. From one breath to another. 'What brings you here?' Only met up with assorted feral cries. Fashioned by the old. But surrounded by new. … Continue reading Old Slaughterhouses
Had it been any somber inclination... More mist would fall. Yet, the impoverished ground... Began it transcendence to hell. Long before only one wish fell down the stoned well. ∞ Tell me one last time of love. Tell me one last spoken verse... Of what you had intended to do. How red had been … Continue reading Woolworth Days