You try to find a perfect piece of what you love, music, poetry, abstract expressionist Rothko once you get him, you want to take your clothes off for him, to draw you a Delacroix, bemusing the starry, starry night of your heart carried hand-in-hand with e.e.’s version of what jesus was trying to tell usContinue reading “Either way, I lose”
Monthly Archives: March 2015
Daily Haiku Puppet Master Series: 2015 in retrospect is a lot like whatever
Passion for actual action has been blighted by the hour that her journey was supposed to begin let’s Skip for now
Exegesis of Existential Angst
ex·e·ge·sis, pron. eksiˈjēsis is defined as a critical explanation or interpretation of a text. Stop there. Interpretation and explanation, in my view at least, are quite different beasts. An explanation invites little argument (case in point, when your parents ‘explain’ why you can’t go out, there is no logical discussion that follows, it is simply an explanationContinue reading “Exegesis of Existential Angst”
My eyes are numb
I have not slept but I did go through the physical catharsis I guess you could call it that and spent all this time re-furbishing my accoutrements on the floor I am having an out of body experience as the omni-present siren passes by in the distance, why do I torment my body this way?Continue reading “My eyes are numb”
Butterflies and fairy tales
Well, she’s walking through the clouds, With a circus mind that’s running wild, Butterflies and Zebras, And Moonbeams and fairy tales. That’s all she ever thinks about. Riding with the wind. Jimi Hendrix When I’m sad, she comes to me, With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. It’s alright, she says it’s alright,Continue reading “Butterflies and fairy tales”
No one cares
No one really cares about your woes and the truth is you don’t even tell them because the further rejection of your needs to survive, just throws you further down the hole. And so it’s best to just hide it all and try to escape with nothing — and mourn and grieve the loss ofContinue reading “No one cares”
The mid section.
Of good bye pork pie hat
Prior advances
now you say you’re lonely Say you cried all night through Well you can cry me a river Coz I cried me a river Over you I would say in all seriousness the good life is less suffering more giving more ease of use more perfection without the backward over shoulder glance perhaps only justContinue reading “Prior advances “
bravely insistent that the story exist by itself
“If I wanted a story, the thing to do was to get my grandmother to read it to me. Then listening to her voice, her story-reading voice which always sounded a little incredulous, marvelling, yet full of faith, bravely insistent, and watching her face, its meaningful and utterly familiar expressions — lifted eyebrows, ominously sinkingContinue reading “bravely insistent that the story exist by itself”