From the 2019 Collection "2222"
#222 #2222 #comedy #existential #jmartindean
(1) Under an open window I gaze out until the wonder is gon… Having run out of questions I fal… but perk up when a stray cat appea…
Tears tears do a walk-by unload the clip don’t know why now
Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—
As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.
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
A Sacred Site, to my mind, is the last place you’ll ever stan… Such a place reveals hypocrisy without shaming,
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.
I have this sensation when remembering the poignant noteworthy moments, Lovers, the Dead, crimes—
Therein are the spoils of sorrow, the fruit of hardship, where wind snaps and prevails. Death whispers a hollow secret and I still a shiver
Nirvana is acquittal, wearing sweatpants in an empty cou… drunk, singing songs about the Southland. God has fashioned my heart like a…
Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.
I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him
A Sacred Site has a genealogy, a pedigree of constituents whose good wisdom and charitable insight are markers enough
The moment you flit by my ear, my strings are severed, I droop like a marionette— I remember I know nothing.
There, upon the loose dirt, I was a stone’s throw from her, Goddess Incarnate. She had snakes for hair, she had green flames for eyes,