there's no more desert to scorch our feet.

bring

socks

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the light is crowded;
most of our villains
have been right,

Chuck.

perhaps
someday
I will receive the colloquial
"piece of ass"
for nothing more
than the words
i once wrote
somewhere
sometime
for some
reason.

someday
when i can no longer
wipe mine.

 
Socrates is dead
and there's no hemlock
on his lips for
the rest  of us.
The sun shines indifferently.

i so detest
the bay of an excited
bloodhound
so
disheartening
i place it in the crux of my arm
until it
stops.

Villainy 101 parts 1&2 are finished, coming out to 50ish pages combined. I haven't been wasting these days, entirely. Just the nights.

Metaphysics

amidst

the grasp

of a migraine

your metaphysical

being

feels shattered

shaken

by the original vibration

you

are

powerless

the lord has your brain in her

hands

and it is

unbearable.

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I am yet
to come unraveled
it's just that
changing the style
of the knot
is a
very
messy
process.

modification
integration
is a fallacy
change is destruction
ask the late lady Rome
ask the androgynous Greece
just
never
tell
less ye be
a
tree
or
ghost.

no cagney
no bogart
no brautigan
no bucowski
no hemingway
no anything
no nothing
no locke, hobbes, nietzsche
no
thing
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there is nothing more peculiar than our lives.

nothing.

March 12th 2009 they say
for the second time
in my existence
i overslept
to chase a dream
god damned thing
got away.

if you love something
you let it go
to the elements.

I can see sunlight
through the frost
on my window.