S3lf

'&, behold, all is vanity & vexation of the spirit'
King Solomon

Saturn

Tilt

Brilliant tones

&
the colors
change
from an awkward
ochre
to a fuchsia

Beyond detail

Always
looking for
the blank
spaces

A tinge in the eye

To
pet the wings
of a bee,
takes complicated
footing

Tale

Dumbfounded
& mute, but
it’s not
as rocky as
it used
to be

Focus for the Storm

Your innocence
makes me wish I could cry,
while provision & ceremony
insist; at least know
my sweet
that you were not eaten
out of vanity,
instead
for the rhythm
of remaining steady.

The rare quality of meat, for me

Does
consuming
a bloody steak
compensate,
while
waiting
patiently
on
retribution?

An arduous trek

Trial & error
are the seemingly
precariously structured
spiral staircase
of existence

One way or the other

Each perception,
whether
one or the other
is considered
false,
both
still play
their part in
all & everything.

Paying me pre D day

Maybe it’s that
I’m the one
they can take their
Real troubles to,
w/ a known
understanding that
I’m not the judge,
just
the fixer

Mean but true

The delusion
which causes others
to think I need
to be taken
care of, is hilarious
&
mildly offensive

since I’ve waged
Death’s sickle alone, yet
on that same note, several
rejected my existence
&
some abused my
circumstance
for
their
sick needs

pretty certain I don’t need
you
or
anyone else
convincing themselves I need
them
for anything

Not so fresh

Being born
is no
bliss of ignorance,
& being reborn
is even worse

Reborn amid a hasty reach for the morgue drawer

When
a friend hesitantly
reads their suicide note aloud,
after surviving
the intended death reach

locked in an asylum

the last
question to ask
is:
how do you feel now

Mercury

In
Transit.

When god spoke

It drown
Egypt
by the chariot
spokes

& yet
the wheels
continue
rolling

whether
on
the ground
or
thru the skies

Remembering silence

Religion
is the equal
to a book title,
not
the body of work.

Drowning in Jordan

The ideal today seems to be deterioration
& absurdity to the furthest possible extreme,
not like those 1960s family tv shows
everyone still loves so much.

Observation

My soul is delirious
in a field of perpetually
prismatic light

One more for the road

Abuse
molestation
& rape___

that
was
this life time.

Next
go around___

you get to
go
fuck yourself.

Our daily distraction

There’s too much pain
every day
to not
have the patience
to survive

Add a bit of guts

While rolling thru life
each path has a steep angle
that inspires cautious steps, but
in the act one must employ
a bit of carelessness
for affect

Cutting breaks for fun & profit

Place me
in an unavoidably
awkward
situation w/ another
that has already
wronged me
&
I will
reap what is
due to me
w/out so much as a
stutter

In the flesh

Death loves
his dis-play, so
why not
treat each visit
w/ a grand
parade?

We’ll never
again see
those passing
quite
the same
anyway.

More pathetic than a geriatric whore

He
slapped me
across the face
& called me a whore,
because I didn’t
want
to fuck
him.