From the 2019 Collection "2222"
#222 #2222 #comedy #existential #jmartindean
Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift
Think you’re doing something? Thing you’ve got some power? You can walk on coals, swallow poison and live, but who is at the helm
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.
Needless of a judge, a contrite heart is a bird suspended on a current, shifting myriad planes without asking or telling.
I wept at the sight of my guru’s picture, Praise God, He is always with me, a Holy thing,
Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
I feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,
I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…
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.
Oh, Death! Two beers and I’m on my back! Skipped the shower, skipped the toothbrush. Just a film of sweat,
In the most lovely of lands, before a backdrop of mountains and palms, there hangs a pall— All my Loves
I saw him on the side of the road, on the side of the interstate exit… Maybe he was 18, definitely not 21… tired but not yet haggard. The moment I saw him
The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking only the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering
A Sacred Site, to my mind, is the last place you’ll ever stan… Such a place reveals hypocrisy without shaming,
Praise those who sit and wait for nothing. Who sit still and know they are owed nothing. On the mat each inhalation