Month: December 2019

Free fall

what is this …always falling. falsity and frivolity stream upwards, lost like facebook hearts and angry faces. …all that remains is the bitter kernel of truth, like a poisoned stone in a festered stomach. “Oh, this is learning.”, I say. “Yes, you are learning”, says a voice.



May it be that I don’t merit your respect because I’ve never raised a hand to you (’cause they say, you know, there are some who only understand force) that I seldom refuse your mundane wants, your idle and unnecessary requests that are meant to test the waters that I am absorbed with two of […]


Cunning, no less

whiskers are self-aware we think they train themselves and have a care and so avoid the sink the sharpest razor surest hand might catch them in the pink but the smarty ones just bend, don’t stand and miss the poet’s ink.