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Flower Blows, Hope_

As is natural among the desperate

(which is to say, most of us),

she reads too much into the other’s gesture.

Hope springs, somewhat eternal,

beyond inevitable;

we don’t *truly* want to believe infernal.


(To be continued…)








Polymath_ Biruni, Pochta SSSR, 1973

The digression

seems to waste my time,

distract my focus, seep my energy.

But, really, “waste” is such a loaded judgment,

and how will I know until tomorrow (or beyond),

the enrichment that this digression might bring.


(To be continued…)








TP Bushings_ Antoine Repessé

We laud chefs,

yet food passes away.

Words, however, if we have an active brain,

remain, develop, flower.


(To be continued…)








Hole In Wall

That thing which I seemed to brush off yesterday,

haunts and taunts me today,

makes me less likely to…

Do anything tomorrow.


(To be continued…)








Fingerprints (Schwarz & Rot)

Pain seeps soul away;

or maybe it’s who we are:

sum experience.


(To be continued…)








Cuckoo Clock, Crooked, Kucku

Time marches on,

relentlessly, mercilessly, mockingly.

Time evaporates,

desecrates, eviscerates, obliterates.

Hope, gone.

Resistance, futile.

Tomorrow, die, or do it all again.


(To be continued…)








Mother & Child (Kuzma Petrov-Vodkin)

She referred to herself as an illegitimate child.

“Really?” I replied. “Why denigrate yourself so?”

“Illegitimacy”. Surely an offensive and outdated term.

In these supposedly liberal and progressive times,

why would such a concept remain?

Yet, in “advanced Western” contexts I hear it repeatedly.

As if an inherent shame stalks the child forevermore.

Bizarre! I thought such ideas had died out long ago.

To me, all children are legitimate.

It’s got nothing to do with parentage.

The child simply exists.

Indeed, if you prick them do they not bleed?

Words, certainly cut asunder.

Then I reflected, was reminded:

the concept of illegitimacy,

cloaked in bogus morality,

actually has more to do with greed

and bourgeois inheritance imperatives.

Do you agree?


(To be continued…)








Webcam Cover (Bandaid)

So, I received an email… It’s quite well worded,

sufficient to cause alarm.

Apparently, somebody has my “password”,

and, magically, they also have video of me masturbating

(allegedly, I like some strange stuff).


And, tomorrow, if I don’t pay the bitcoin ransom,

“they” will send the video to people in my contacts list:

parents, family, friends, boss, whatever.

How unsettling!

And, “they” say, I will never be able to

look my contacts in the eye again.

… Regardless, tomorrow the “joke” will be on “them”.


(To be continued…)








Fetal Position 1

It starts with a myriad of thoughts,

brain-flooding, torrent of negativity.

Then, all-consuming agony,

radiating from my head

to my everything.

I drift in & out of consciousness,

transitioning into a throbbing nothingness,

where pain overwhelms, totally,

making thought beyond the agony’s essence


… This is existence?


(To be continued…)








Sunset Above Clouds

Repetitive, incoherent, negative.

Sometimes, but aren’t we all?

Stresses of life, system, thinking, toll.


… Unpoetic? Never!

Philosophical? Always!

… When I was a child, I had a rock collection.


(To be continued…)