Universal Truths Faulted by Scotch Tape

Scotch-Tape portioned to an inch, fastened a poster to the window shop glass, dog-eared to make its removal accessible, Prompting passing minds to hallucinate memories, of fingernails filed to nubs picking at tape corners, desiring translucent flaps to pinch a centi-meter  And remove the tape. Edges by metaphor alone offer a bargain. Allowing tiny stepsContinue reading “Universal Truths Faulted by Scotch Tape”

Last Person to Know Her Name

1. A stranger in a blue wig rolled on the floor, Her eyes rolled too  Until sclera hues matched wall paint  Matched Styrofoam. Loose change  Founds its marks along the carpet.  Police entered and embedded dead Presidents In the fabric.  “What’s her name?” Reasons to name corpses. Soft kicks to hips. Officer knelt for prayer Continue reading “Last Person to Know Her Name”

Stale Green Light

Time dilutes stimuli with in-flux examinations, allowing love-tap-bruises to function for hindsight. Space corrects for time if removed for inches, letters and shifting eyes. Time registers an experience, setting the space from observation to reaction. Useless like a paper’s pink margins, indicating paragraph placeholders. Space where symbols belong. stomach placement when sitting measures average tableContinue reading “Stale Green Light”

A Dead R(f)inger for the American Dream

Mental hospital sheek standardized curtain rods to operate on a quiet line. Cutting apart the drapes and styling the scraps like snowflakes, But it’s raining pills instead.  Mannequins stand guard, Hosting visions window-shopping  For traffic, mastering the above the waist approval. Head nods. Crooked smiles. Pierced ears, septum and the tongue  To pin down tastyContinue reading “A Dead R(f)inger for the American Dream”

Revolution. Only You Win and Now You’re the Government Everyone Hates

Decisions calibrated to a coin flip signifies humanity’s assurance in empty gestures, to fill the gap bridging choice and consequence.  Illusory standards disrupt the caustic fruit fly, appearing like static in the peripheral eye-line. Murder impulse remains to remove the annoyance. (Swat) and the deed is done. A universe diluted with solo involvement, without recognitionContinue reading “Revolution. Only You Win and Now You’re the Government Everyone Hates”

Trusting Silence to Reveal the Truth and Becoming Depressed about what is revealed….

“The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live – moreover, the only one.“-Emil Cioran Adoration for simplicity, qualified Kingdom-come, welcomed new centuries and fixed regicide to rectify introspection.  (If we are GODS. We are MARTYRS too). Newscaster reported that, “the revolution will not be televised,”as footage of the capital burning playedContinue reading “Trusting Silence to Reveal the Truth and Becoming Depressed about what is revealed….”

good mourning to right angles

Right angles dominate stone, composing city blocks, casting aspersions toward gutters afflicted with hunchbacks, cracked windows and double glass, smothered in a milky sheen, giving the impression steam is always present.  Archways challenge flat rooftops for rain collection. Flat-tops halt the water, collect it to form oblong puddles and in the morning sun, reflect treeContinue reading “good mourning to right angles”

Panopticon Viewership for Influencers

1. A history text-book was left open on the dashboard,  Through the windshield, read a statement, highlighted in green: “The State is a recent invention.” Accepting this concept,  Martha entered the Mall And proceeded to shoplift various items She considered crucial for her survival.  Red eyeshadow to disguise her laugh-lines. Make-up remover wipes to take-offContinue reading “Panopticon Viewership for Influencers”

Ode to City Parks as Metaphor for the Tax-Gap

City Park’s  Grass  Acclimates to foot-traffic,  Folds Like two parallels, never to meet.  Trophy fabric  Succumbs to the wind And smacks its clamp Against the metal flag-pole.  Clouds become Objects Familiar to imperial culture.  “I see a bear!” “I see a bull!”  Inside a shadow. Is it human?  Light pollution  Mired in smoke plumes  CurlsContinue reading “Ode to City Parks as Metaphor for the Tax-Gap”

An Ending Suited for Regicide

An adorable suicide,  Impacts the recall from dream state To waking life.  Taunting nightmare happenings  To include catch phrases  Synonymous with political campaigns.  Illusions which trapped curators, who meant to establish options For personhood, Instead  Dictated dream state analysis.  Flatland suggests a ledge to peer over,  the concept of length directs shadows to retreat insideContinue reading “An Ending Suited for Regicide”