Wednesday, February 22, 2017

The Why That Was

After a rush of hurry
Tasting flavored treats
Dangled under our
Noses
And in front of our
Mouths
With incipient promises
Of joyful reveries
As
Yet
Un
Known

We stormed out across the skies
We thundered over the plains
We ignited every heart inside
A brazen breast
Beaten by
Fists so
Cocksure of
Hard
There was no
Re
Course
No
Hope
Never to burn
Unless
Again
And
Again
And
Again
And
Again

We did this
Why

Monday, February 20, 2017

Minding

There is little meaning in the dereliction of honesty both in one's hatred and in one's kindness.
Misconceptions do occur, which is why lies must be amended.
These corrections must be applied in ways that address the existential relationship in question, so as not to create unwarranted collateral damage. 
This applies to all levels of reality.

"Sloppy actions break unnecessarily."

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Noted

In the pastime past
Of
My circumlocutionary remembrances having to do
With
Inconsequential amusements of the non-garden varie-
Ty
There stands
Like a towering statue in the middle of
A shallow labyrinth
The incontrovertible assay of pleasure a-
Chieved saying
Yes!
This was well done in-
Deed
For there could never and
May never
Be
Anything that should ever attempt
To claim possession of
Anything like
The sensate joy of that par-
Ticular moment of which we
Now
Speak
***
Herein
Is our case
Truly laid
To rest

Friday, February 10, 2017

To Tarot Or Not To Tarot

Some day I hope to write and publish all four volumes of the 22 Stories book series/cycle. And I'm already deciding to hide their relationship to the Tarot, insofar as I will not use card images, or even card titles, to denote individual chapters. Rather, I will number the chapters of all four books sequentially, and that'll be all. And, here's a thought: I may carry the counting over from book to book, meaning 22 Stories: Falling Up will end with Chapter 22, and 22 Stories: POV will begin with Chapter 23.

Thought.

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Dys-Connect

I’ve placed a call and can’t seem
To connect
There’s static in the line
Can you hear me?
Can you, really?
I mean, this’s all so new to me
This reaching out after reaching
In
Inside
Inside of me
To pull out these

[empty]
Ideas I try
To share
*
With you
**
Not me
*
On the other end
Of my line
[mine]

Because I feel I’m really
Losing the real of me
Reaching the end
Of the line of my self
The end
Of the line
The end
Of

Can you hear me?