make that,


i do not wish
to see people dancing

in any regard, circumstances,
or setting

above all, in terms of commercial endeavor

and trust me, this IS one time
i can say NEVER

i have no desire
to pen such a passage

no more than denim assless-chaps would i don

the cringeworthy crimes
of capitalistic accosting

are fast circumventing
my will to go on

alas, i implore thee
come hither thine ad

to force my compliance
is quite bad enough

but willfully inundating my awareness

with gross affectations of mirth
is just FUCKED

(inspired by a mandatory 30-second youtube ad for old navy)


how can one hope
to be any less human

when home is the place
where we live

here in the hearth
of an earth
bound for ruin

and alone


the scope of our sentence
belies even sentience

in spite of our bellowing breast

when all things lie hinged
on a starburst’s behest

what tenuous faith
lingers yet


how fragile has’t thou yet become
to dust
doth dew surrender

so poignant
at my finger’s tip

find we
this toll of time’s enrapt

the end of days
wast nigh to wend

whence winter aged
again, anew

into some drifter’s daydream

spent with none
but thee

still i

forever falling

far away
from erstwhile truths

in thy weakest waking

eyes awash with druse

endless angles
intercepting rays

what ways
wisdom did seldom know

these woes have since awoken
to the wisted water’s
faulted tide

where hides the filament
of fools

for this
am i

to brandish bonds

by thy love’s abide


y u gotta be so spiteful
what makes u so fucking special
where did u get the impression that ur pain precedes all others

will u ever comprehend this
reciprocity so crucial

how can u not show compassion
then proclaim ur presence precious

disregarding the existence
of extrinsic experience

u display as solipsistic

sentiments supposed as disparate

who r u 2 demand redress
what makes u feel so entitled

pray that i should perchance take pause
proving but paradoxical
in this specious supplication

lo, perhaps ’tis my perception
as per this pathetic prosy

i recall, colloquial affect
most acutely loquacious

drastic is this dichotomy

gen-x 2 anachronistic

. . . what was my point 2 begin with?

ah, yes, 2 squander the moment

(listens) . . .

“y u masochistic?”

and this, quittance of comeuppance

jesus’ jalopy

Jesus thinks he’s jazzy
jettin’ ’round in his jalopy

with a heapin’ splash of High-Karate
Pageboy locks and sock-like bulge

kafkaesque by all accounts

wrecks resurrected
from the junkyard

rolls in dirt & grease

then acts indignant
when we call him out

and lately

he’s been sporting those archaic perforated jerseys
cut to frame his rippling midfriff

think i’m joking?
scope his new jean jacket

lo, i jest ye not
that shit’s bejeweled

it’s best that we let him down gently
judge him not
though he has sinned

for what is Jesus to us
but a reference point
prone to revisions

made to grade our tragic states
of ethical ineptitude

if we were to face the fundamental facts
based on our actions

Jesus would be turning fast
within his human grave

henceforth, i do decree
that we observe his truths
sans private faction

banish institutions he himself would deem so dubious

if Jesus should become unhinged

we, as his peers
shall be his jury

by vigilante justice rule

it is our job
to save his soul

pray God, forgo those reparations

looming nigh o’er our hung heads

for if we are to shed our earnings
into wayward wicker baskets

i propound, that only Jesus merits his own private jet