I thought for sure I was dejected… but in slipped a delusion of grandeur, victory— I garnered admiration,

The duration of a miracle is exactly one moment, after that you may as well be talking about what happened in the big game last night.

Like a distillation column, as I lighten so does my company, but it’s been the perfect quiet. So why cry violence? You can keep such good company

Wise Elders decide what mistakes are afforded who and tie color with number and meaning to frequency

S, I gotta tell you, this sixty-five cents is worse than a lump of coal. I pray the remover of obstacles

Just leave the fucking flags at ha… Or half-staff. Or whatever it’s called. Just fucking leave them there.

Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,

If presented with the choice would the dinosaurs have allowed the asteroid or meteor to hit?

What is your idea of placid? How about a mountain campground? Yes, but here in the midst is a querulous brain a competitive heart

Like a Somali pirate just pull up on the Grim Reaper, surprise him

Finally alone, I lie with a volum… I venture again to hear the injunc… normally I savor their sensitivity… but tonight all I can think about

The cicada, once with the humility of a barnac… weeping beneath the fern, now screams its inane mantra, which

That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,

It’s good here decapitate me here this moment perfect astounding unknowing faith in God not necessary

Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift