From the 2019 Collection "2222"
#222 #2222 #comedy #existential #jmartindean
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…
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.
The Rock made me to see each month as a day. The Rock implored that I be patie… with a patience so radical it slips into renunciation
Trees poke from the earth like the mummified hands of the martyrs. Buried alive, they strained with last breath
If presented with the choice would the dinosaurs have allowed the asteroid or meteor to hit?
Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—
There is a most worthy woman, the upper steward of the manor, Obermeyer of Holy Terra, house cute, smokestack simmering,
Formulate an agenda Make friends. Label enemies. Identify beliefs. Re-examine.
Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift
The moment you flit by my ear, my strings are severed, I droop like a marionette— I remember I know nothing.
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.
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.
Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,
The cicada, once with the humility of a barnac… weeping beneath the fern, now screams its inane mantra, which