From the 2019 Collection "2222"
#222 #2222 #comedy #existential #jmartindean
The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.
The moment you flit by my ear, my strings are severed, I droop like a marionette— I remember I know nothing.
There is a most worthy woman, the upper steward of the manor, Obermeyer of Holy Terra, house cute, smokestack simmering,
Mowing with the sickle I stop abruptly and remember crawling out the window to smoke on the roof
If presented with the choice would the dinosaurs have allowed the asteroid or meteor to hit?
Want nothing from people and receive their myriad blessings Expect from them and find an empty well Eat less than a ghost
This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—
Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,
Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.
Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—
A Sacred Site is the ultimate emblem, a trophy of the horizon’s finitude… No better a final gate, no more wiser a runway,
One of God’s tricks is, similar to Michael Jordan, It sinks a three-pointer with 1.2 seconds left on the clock,
Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard:
Yes, it’s a famous song— “Unbroken Chain” by the Grateful Dead, a good band name as an aside,
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,