Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d, Of…
I stepped into the tub and turned the plastic knobs to somewhere between lukewarm and hot. The splashing mild roar of running water noise pacified my anxiety, and tamed a bit my tension. With eyes closed and face down, I stood with arms outstretched, one hand on the shower door and the other…
I’m looking out the window of a Greyhound bus and dig the dirty glass, the cursory cacti with its bruising blur, the waving and bending of the summer heat on the hellish horizon of Nowhere, Texas. My holy turquoise converse scarcely shield my gaping toes and wiggle inside the dried and dried again films of sweat…
Close your eyes. Can you hear the night outside screaming your name in faint whisper–from somewhere behind a billion exploding stars. Where hidden murmurs tremble the cold still. Planets spin slowly and silently reserved and partially prurient–but not as we are, in their divine arrogance dormant and whirring like massive gears turning and doing an…
Inclined was the cursory, of a stare opposed–contrived with constant echoing whilst fainting and bleeding as bending lyres behind you in Hades did wrought a dreamt-of your undoing And those walls were soft–from the corridors that let the light in. Ever so soft and wet to the touch, adorned in the dark with roses weeping…
“Talent hits a target no one else can hit. Genius hits a target no one else can see.”
and start west I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves, setting up their devil doll stool pigeons, crooning over my spoon and dropper I throw away at Washington Square Station, vault a turnstile and two flights down the iron stairs, catch an uptown A train..Young, good…
I have seen the sadness in your eyes–that slow drowning, it is also mine. And the way you plead your cries–the clamoring capricious stare, yare and young–toothless pleading old almost ancient now receding. These sedentary habits interminably do lavishly let go, languid in their language, far and flowing down below; as an ancient…
I wish to die in spring, beneath the cherry blossoms, while the springtime moon is full. –Saigyo (1190) Inhale, exhale Forward, back Living, dying: Arrows, let flown each to each Meet midway and slice The void in aimless flight Thus I return to the source. –Gesshu Soko (1696). Bitter winds…
How did the certainty of this analogous situation disperse without conscience effort on my behalf? The little dubious delvings recalled once and subtle, had tempted a nostalgic arrogance this side of reason. And we tempted fate, you and I, with a levity now benign and bothersome. How many episodes must one man endure as…
