internal mechanism of the otherwordly
the surreal is incurable–it might open
where i feel temporary
Fiction Filtered Through the Frontal Lobe
Every noun a neuron. Every adverb an adversary. Every metaphor a metaphysical reaction. It’s not poetic to admit but brain chemistry plays a bigger role in Art than many are willing to embrace.
Repentance
It ranges regular, splintered and snapped out of hell,
like an hour’s ease glancing explosions away gently
Greetings from Xenon
And you think I’m bad! I’ve got friends who have ID cards printed up that say they’re from the planet Xenon. That’s way out past Ursa Minor you know, maybe three or five hundred light years away
The Woman and the Sun
Aztec prayer said at deathbeds: “You have passed through the labors of life, / And now the gods knock at your door. But do not fear. Lying there beside / the specter of death, a child waits to be born.
Hide Self View
Talking about hating yourself while staring yourself in the face can't be healthy. But, in my dedication to my craft of modern psychoanalysis, I followed the contact function; if they needed to see themselves to see themselves, then that is what we would do.