The moment you flit by my ear, my strings are severed, I droop like a marionette— I remember I know nothing.

Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.

I’ll give you what I got, I can part with it all. I have gifts— A silk tongue,

Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice

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

Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,

It occurs to me now that no one hears my song. Still young, I am discarded. I don’t anticipate being surprised at my aloneness in old age.

Yes, it’s a famous song— “Unbroken Chain” by the Grateful Dead, a good band name as an aside,

Forget shoplifting, not pushing your cart back to the cart-corral is the true crime. Amazing,

I saw a man and his crumb snatcher… sprawled on the porch of their hom… it was painted a bright ocher with… small, modest, humble, clean, givi… A joy, in short.

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,

Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.

At a certain point in your ordeal, it isn’t your ordeal that bothers… It is the fact that everything is… That’s what really bothers you. Because what happened is not OK,

In your gut is an empire— Spells, tug of war, Holy Days, ascent, decline.

There was on my property an old gnarled stump, it was weathered and hardened, It was aesthetically pleasing as d… but I decided to take it to a spec…