i’ve never quite understood the seriousness that most people inhabit at work. it is as if through their morning ritual they are imbued with this somber weight that must be carried through the long arduous hours. and by the simple act of tucking in a shirt they are bound to some agreement whereby you may…

in the data overture the world is drowned in opinions, a great flood of upvotes, likes, all the quarks hijacked for this currency of hubris. feed the ego with this thought, this image, this string of characters, give quantity to your quality, the binary gremlins know, they know your beauty and your genius, how great…

the door, barely ajar, creaks open and light is spilled from a yellow geometry and she emerges to perch on the corner of the bed like some gargoyle of whisker and grace to keep back the spirits from our slumber. she climbs in the window and delicately traverses the mountains of our materialism to hunt…

in the waning hours split between infinity and indifference i wish for anything but reflective boredom, in boredom i am afraid of all the things i could have been, all the futures traded for a handshake at midnight, what unsown greatness slung wet and wasted into laundry baskets and trash bins and sink basins so…

i find sleep difficult to achieve in the transitions, the odd little spaces between one life moment and the next. order dissolves in bits, gives way, friends are rationed and some lost in arithmetic. a hibernation of sorts begins, an edging back from the active world, one that responds in three dimensions. my dreams become…

this siren rings alarms far within, keep away keep away yet history knows better, deliver me unto everything, a sudden understanding of things before oblivious, a geometry beyond words, the neurometa, points of arbitration in the brain, reflect inward the howl of too much knowing, the loose minecart of the mind. reflect inward the howl…

over these bones the pebbled and pronged feet alight at intruders calling, gripping the air. over these bones the shrill lament echoes swerve about the hlls, go dancing through the land. over these bones, the ones and ohs go trembling on, nameless protocols stretched to infinity. over these bones the white sky like paper, vibrating,…

he moves with a purpose that which has a craving, a secondary agony. catching the edges of curves and gaining momentum in grand sweeping arcs, following a loop that originates and terminates in a dopamine race whose quiet little tracts are alight with anticipation and drowsy timeless hours. he feels the bumps and breaks in…

the dog sleeps curled up on the couch and dreams of waking up like me, dim light carries information in little smoky waves, glasses and bottles and cups in various stages sprout like fungi from the tables, the shelves, unpacked boxes, anything with a suitable surface, loose change everywhere, the music pauses and considers the…

from other heartbeats i have gleaned the misshapen rhythm of my rhythm, i can feel it at times immeasurable, everything and a little more. not just to do but to feel, to know that snake walk, to feel that wave in your veins, it moves in stereo. i feel in sudden unison and across some…