I wept at the sight of my guru’s picture, Praise God, He is always with me, a Holy thing,

Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.

Sometimes the sky is orange, sometimes it takes a purplish hue— mountains for contrast their dimen… and the light pervades twixt our c… and the light washes down mine fac…

A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.

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

I once found in what appeared to be cistern carved within a boulder, an owl’s wing,

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…

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

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

Curling black from crematorium sta… tell me again the hoax of the soul… The cowl paces, pretends to be faceless, swinging silver and wafting saccha…

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

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

I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…

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