This blankness, this never-ending stare into the abyss–what is it? It can’t just be me on the precipice of nothing, there has to be something there. Even if it’s just a robot with a kindly smile and a flashy old bowler hat, that’s enough for me.
To tell a glitter salesman that he has no shame is rude?! I’ve been insulting these guys for 64 years, and you’re just now telling me this? I’m not going to change my mind. I’m too old to think so hard about things. I remember when I was a young man, and the typhus made … Continue reading The Typhus Made Me
I had too many mangoes on my mind to make a rational decision about myself and the proprietary methods with which I interact on a daily basis. Those mangoes were simply too juicy and complex to worry about pressing matters. I could have eaten mango through a cattle drive through a parlor trick through a … Continue reading I Could Have Eaten Mango
Maple loop dragon rolls steep fervently in the grandiose multiplicities that we find ourselves around in a constant way, though not buttered with finance or treason. You might find it subtle to fly through emperor penguin hats while announcing the arrival of the next Dalai Lama, but your associations with professional authoritarians may fall flat … Continue reading Professional Authoritarians May Fall
Is it the endless possibility forged in the stream of creation? Is it because we know that our job as poets will never be done, and those poems won’t write themselves? A combination of those leads to stagnation, the unwillingness to accept a spot in the pantheon of heightened thought. Those people who wrote their … Continue reading Why Are We Anxious?
Saturday is our day of fun at the zoo this week. My wife is so excited to see the orangutans and try to talk to them and see if they can make sign language back. She tried to learn American sign language, but only made it past the alphabet and some basic vocabulary. I don’t … Continue reading HELLO, no Hospitals
We need our tea kettle boiling over proper, tied to an enchilada and soaked in a a spritz of urine from a fox in the Andes mountains, though not the typical Andean fox. The typical Andean fox would wander and holler and look at the land with big eyes and think “I own this place,” … Continue reading For the Jollification of His Savior
Shark tepee mountain skillets account for 68% of the market share, and I don’t even know what they are. Damn kids and their newfangled ideas.
I once held a sentiment dear to my heart. I named it Pomona and gave it free reign. Pomona was quirky, but stayed in the house with a crippling fear of losing its balance in public and shaking too much while I ate my corned beef. So I let my dear sentiment stay in while … Continue reading Sentimental
Bet on the stout Summer folding up its arches for a tourist passing by en route to the beach. Truly forgiving is one thing. Regret (mounting, whirring, stomping through Mind’s canyon) outstrips common decency, eats hungry babies. Who do we know anymore? Do we care? How many fights do we pick with ourselves? To see … Continue reading Mind’s Canyon
In the heat of the sun in Tomorrow Town, an iguana lies in wait. Knowing not quite why it waits, it resigns to casual sunning. There on the rock, it contemplates the coming day’s fly action. Maybe a dragonfly will buzz low enough, forgetting its millions of years of instinct for a moment, just a … Continue reading In the Heat of the Sun in Tomorrow Town
In the midst of the middle with a stone in my bed, absolutely nothing had fallen my way. I befell a certain curtain chaser with a penchant for sodium pentathol and a mincemeat pie methodology on his way to uncharted technology. I asked him: “Hello, where are you going so fast?” and I met his … Continue reading Less Yellow