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”

cHoke me with a good pOem

Art succumbs to loose ends mechanized to counter the better option and secure the knot. Colors and shapes adorn patterns that discover balance, knot secured. But the tie off is a solo experience, dangling requires assistance, physical instruction (body language) and verbal commands. It’s a Pendulum allegiance to no-one, which comprehends what’s in the middle. Continue reading “cHoke me with a good pOem”

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”

Art as an “Investment”

A wart overtook the artist’s knuckle, preventing their wrinkles from attempting full bloom. Inside their bedroom, low wattage bulbs approved weak shadows whose tint intermingled with the blemish’s eclipse, making it difficult to distinguish where their flesh clumped up to form the bump.  In order to recoup their losses on art supplies and wart remover,Continue reading “Art as an “Investment””

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”

…just stay home

A language exchange, terses verbal onslaught, Translates An uncomfortable description: “Read.”  Curled toes bargain with the heartbeat, pace alone  Comforts the options  Diagnosed through an inquiry, anxiety insisted upon.  Begins the comparison  Against personal actions, to those performed By others.  ‘If this meant that…’ ‘I did this before…’ ‘It must mean that…’ Infant interactions, definedContinue reading “…just stay home”