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The fact of true and utter stagnationcan equal victory when blood flow standsfor next to nothing and dissipationis best gestured by the movement of hands:Frantic, frenetic and disciplined by the most Giant Prestidigitator to have ever lived, the t… Continue reading →

I can’t think without dreaming anymore,and that is not as pleasant as it sounds,since my roots lie too deeply to deploreand the magic is so black, it astounds:The gate opens easily; the rusty latch moves upward without a single creekto flow throug… Continue reading →

Chaos is life, and crisis is like deathin a single instant — cradle to grave,wax to wane, as the most jovial breathcrashes off the see-saw just to behave:The plank wavers until it finds balance, but the air is less humid than before;to re-mount i… Continue reading →

The wait can seem endless until you wait,and the minutes that pass slowly just matchyour speed at the time, the steadiest gaitthat ever did tread upon the wide thatch:Naturally, you were born to conform time to the fluid process of true spirit,whi… Continue reading →

The pressure on us was something immense:to make suffering beautiful our task,to carve meaning onto friezes so tense,whereupon stone figures frolic and frisk:Relief was low, evasive and sunken, like a fleet of overburdened cruise shipsthat merged … Continue reading →

The sweetest songs used to stick in my earsas smoke did to freshen up used jacketsthat were never washed but with spilled out beers,before the bans soaked the barroom markets:There was a stallion in the ranks of men, with a pungent voice and a nob… Continue reading →

Lapses in arbitration are the norminside the plastic bubbles of forced thoughtsgroveling to the six senses, fraught with formand friendly misfirings – the bliss of doubts:One’s joy is the other’s twice-swallowed tongue, bifurcated in esophageal bu… Continue reading →

I latched onto the word “prefect” last nightin a dream that rattled me in its ease,its flow. I saw clouds roll across the lightlike an addiction to pleasure-as-breeze:The Ocean must keep singing forever, and the tropical plastic-y sound wavesreawa… Continue reading →

There were Parchman Farms and now Parchman Pens,and my face grows fat as I search withinfor a means to progress despite the senseI get when I push my mind into sin:I was captivated by the lightness of skin – not color, you perverts, but weight;I m… Continue reading →