As I watched the sun sink ( Read more... )

“I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.”
- Charles Bukowski

the wild
does not subside

it claws
sharp
unsheathed

they did not know death any longer ( Read more... )

Wash in holy water
Until you drown

"It [lying] starts really, really early. How early? Well, babies will fake a cry, pause, wait to see who is coming and then go right back to crying. One-year-olds learn concealment. Five-year-olds lie outright; they manipulate via flattery. Nine-year-olds are masters of the cover-up. By the time you enter college, you will lie to your mother in one ( Read more... )

You see I would have killed Romeo and saved Juliet
But I don't write stories that time won't forget
So won't you pass me the kerosene
Let's burn to the ground

You've been looking for meaning
Did you like what you found?
-Until the Ribbon Breaks "Romeo"

Forgetting as the room swims into focus ( Read more... )

Yellow dust on a bumblebee’s wing,
Grey lights in a woman’s asking eyes,
Red ruins in the changing sunset embers:
I take you and pile high the memories.
Death will break her claws on some I keep.

Carl Sandburg, 1916 "Troths"

"None of it is about the public interest; it's a competition. Congress, in many ways, is a mediation service for industry battles. That's all. Those people don't care about the public interest. They wouldn't know how to define 'the public interest.'" - Jack Burkman