Thursday, August 24, 2017


So she was just here. Danger and unknowing.
Worse for wear on hips like the perfect, small school, middle linebacker.
Made mistake of texting about "adore" discussion on Tavis Smiley and there she is, crying.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Tuesday, August 01, 2017


Picks flowers with the (M)(O)(O)(N)
Masturbates with the (B)(E)(A)(M)

I told god

I told god that I love her.
God told me he would sell my house.
[Reasons I don't belong in this world.]

Tuesday, July 11, 2017


Code code touched me today. Probably because of the work I'm doing for one of the company's biggest clients. It felt strange. But neither of us flinched.
I know you have your clock. But I have mine too. And it says 72 hours is about as long as you can go without holding me.

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Top Ten Things About Being Human

  1. Paid sick leave.
  2. There's always more cheese.
  3. Knowing there's got to be something marvelous about obesity.
  4. Pets, children and other really dumb things you can easily master.
  5. Most of the internet is devoted to de-stigmatizing elimination.
  6. Not feeling, but rather controlling, the Bern.
  7. Poetry is one notch above boredom.
  8. Women obviously hate you. But at least you know why.
  9. The battle is over. Kim Jong Un has all the titles.
  10. Twitter can lose money longer than you can stay popular.

Sunday, December 06, 2015

Dead things always seem vaguely preoccupied, which is to say happy.

As Nietzsche, Mary Shelley, et al predicted, our failure is of acquiescence to insatiability:
To be loved.
To be happy.
To be entertained.
To die old, ugly, yet comfortable in fake knees, hips and dick pumps.
We are the conscious, self serving failure of evolution.
The de-evolving tech/growth cyclone running every well dry.
Murder of body/soul our only means of revenge;
our one harkening to true, invincible death.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

A pirate sea

I still see your face, but all the color is gone.
They took your heart, to feel you breathe.

A world we love, so lonely, so strong.
But I never saw a ship pass the waves.

Dead things abide a brighter color for the fall.
A pirate sea where gold belongs.