i hear birds greet one another in neighborhood rhetoric, dogs loose from chains bounding yard to yard snapping at the heels of dawn, the highway drone of mechanized passage like wind tunnels from the deep corridors of normal people sleep, dreams of terminal reckoning laid bare in this blue twilight and upon my bed a…

on early spring nights, a breeze from boxfans and open windows, spilling the ashtray and knocking over glasses, crushing water bottles and i separate you from your clothing and we dance, dancing behind a curtain that keeps our light in, enveloped in the warmth of friction, the release of kinetic energy stored up over the…

one discernible star in this city, unremarkable, tame as all others, only one visible from this sad collection of wasted souls, this mess of tangled peoples. one dimly lit star, fading softly a million years on, breathing deep the cosmic breath of this ridiculous scheme, the sound of tires burning and the scent of sweat…

wide eyed circumference, a squeaking ceiling fan and unused human parts, the longing for touch, taste, sound, lust, for anything to feel human, to feel like a man prepared to break down mountains with a shattering clenched fist, a look of passion or a word to halve helixes, anything other than this tired slow withdrawal…

that night we scoured the earth in search of a cure for our depravity and we found the places where god had wept and his tears were of bovine feculence, delivered in plastic bags to our door, we counseled one another as to the nature of this expedition and we consumed gram by gram the…

my tongue burns acrid from nicotine onslaught and my chest heaves and swells and retreats and my lips burn as the filter approaches zero, well beyond midnight i sit with no company other than my own perilous thoughts and ideations, each moment another note from this orchestra of soundless wonder. i can feel the hour…

these terrible buildings glow orange in the morning and the world shudders and stretches further from itself in this vision as immigrants go shuffling to the bus stop and those who have settled in stand on corners with their children bleary eyed and restless in sweat pants and cheap coats. you can almost hear the…

this is far too complicated, there are too many holes in the world through which to fall and not by any means, a reasonable number of exits yet so few ways out of the tunnels we daily dig, deeper and deeper the axiom of loneliness closer to the core, expel this theory, find some approach…

men with purpose, those germane to the universe, those who shed inadequacy like a summer coat, they are not me. men who felt the thrill in the marrow of their bones and composed whatever may have bled from their ego into a symphony of meaning, i do not know them. those who walked the earth…

we are all kings, liars and hypocrites, criers of mediocrity and unimportant things, we carry the banner of 24 hour nonsense and never-ending bullshit. we are all the very same, what one lacks is made up for in another and back and forth, so on and so on, there is no difference from one to…