In the act of creating new life men presage their relationship with death
My wife fixed me with a stare that said Really, what haven’t you done for…
There’s a groove I’ve been going… just between heroic and anti-heroi… that’s perfectly romantic But betwixt the truth-teller and the soothsayer
My utopia is a dystopia where I get to say I told you so
And just like that the safety of ironic distance gave way to the false intimacy of over-proximi…
We’re all like unharvested potatoe… covered in dirt thinking that means we’ve got the dirt on each other
If you are taught that asserting yourself is wrong your only defense will be victimho… Knowing this we can reverse engineer
It’s no coincidence that a mirror… making all self-examination a form… in which I observe myself to remak… in my own image This only works if I believe
A poem is like a dream In that it shows us the truth Without telling it Because, truth be told There’s no telling
Maya Angelou says we have one hand to help others and one hand to help ourselves
The Declaration of Independence w… revised to guarantee life, security and the pursuit of criminals
But you will always get a second chance to make a false impression
We all know death is coming and yet it remains a surprise ending
I thought I’d flown the co-op by living off the grid And yet I’m still a chicken only now I’m on the skids So I’ve up and joined a commune
Growing up was hard enough when we just had cliques not today’s clicks upon cliques