non sequitur: unrelated stanzas

my life is a panorama of wasted effort

when ten toes are a crowd these shoes have got to go

my heart beats for everyone

reality is an inside out soul, what’s the difference between you and me?

i am given to pause when i sniff flowers for they are plant vaginas and penises

a house is meaningless in summer but is everything in the winter

i am always falling, only it seems i am staying still

cash plus  impulse plus  store equals afterwards hollow feeling like cheap sex

what is really of the utmost importance? things go away

helping people at 2, 3am at work wakes me up feeling like a damn is given

after winter left i don’t really see night any more

i am used to being poor i like it. at least there your priorities are ordered

i am not afraid of change; it just tires me out

openly advocating anarchy i am secretly afraid of it really happening

a self-inflicted cut exists on my finger from a lack of caution

everyone is angry

i have a hungry monster inside always wanting something more i don’t know

everyone is a sex toy

doomed to be a jack of all trades, glimpsing each, mastering none

agh agak gahk! strange sounds are calming, zchow!

i drink yerba mate laced with cayenne pepper

indifference

a coin only has one side; everything else is  Schrödinger’s cat

a life is a paroxysm of pursuit

…sleep’s release of sleep’s rel..

…within dreams where we drift deeper the cosmic substrate to dissolve into possibility leaping from life to life on the psychedelic froth of an existence telling itself tales…

Plink, Plink

In the sparsely clouded sky it rains in full sun and the road turns to mirrorglass, momentarily blinding the world.

thoughts of coffee grounds

The purple paper flowers of chicory powder the shoulders of roads with a summer dandruff.

An Olathe Twilight

The sky is a bruised blue, tinged at the horizon with a purple blemish: the sun has passed away.

Rejection

One might get accustomed to this, but this doesn’t make it any less painful. A dull razor may still cut.

It gleams

There is a ruby on my finger, ringed by flaky calcite and inset in a circumference of pink quartz: it is almost healed.

Why are there few Italian vampire folk tales?

Vampirism is an allicin allergy; allegedly the Strigoi are able to handle garlic, provided the volatile aromatics are not released by ensuring the vegetable is not cut or bruised.

The Habit

Scattered in the cuttings, hemp seeds gleam like the swollen abdomens of orb weavers.

The Weather Channel

Crystal ball crones are being replaced by meteorologists, the weather being more important these days.

Skin Disease

Vampirism is a delicate condition in which the largest human organ is unable to handle the warm weight of photons.

The Nature of Pain

Physical pain is separation anxiety: the cells know where home is!

A Father’s Concern

“My son does drugs!” He emoted some more, smote various objects around the room, and smoked some herb. Thus calmed, he rationalized through a cloud of smoke: “He must’ve gotten it from his mother’s side.”

Geistig Thermodynamics

Death is just the soul undergoing a phase change.

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What do you know about being deaf?