the minor accents that flourish in these days of the miserable are indeed the pounding and hitting of the lost life’s misery. i can take that pain and turn it around and put the shapes that i produce inside of my brain without honor or remorse. i can maintain pride in the face of suffering [...]
the alternate man, his own growth limited by his appeal to the not private sector, has taken his viciousness too far. no longer can we sit still while he loathes our teeth with obscenity and racism. no. we must sit here united as a country of meandering fools and continue to milk each other dry [...]
the untitled poetry review has reviewed by art and has decreed me both tired and bookish at best. not quite understanding the meaning of this lovelike perm, i can only adjust my belt and retire towards the better procurement of rest and therapy. not like the moses that allowed my people to flourish, but much [...]
aint never been the sunshine like this girl, aint never been nothing that made me a man like today. aint nothin like the sunshine and you baby. aint nuthin but me and you and the words that rhyme inside ourselves, like the virgins that made clouds and the whores that made you. i can sing [...]
the only trojan that seeks the necessary violence of my own inept cowardice is the meandering solemn and dilapidated man that is seated at the end of the bench. his name is ben and he is a firestorm of energy and feeling. his own father was neglected as a youth and his own mother bore [...]