An Untitled Poem

As you watch the sand of your life sift through the funnel of fate, will you turn to your mirror and ask “Is there time still, or am I too late?” Have I done all the things that I love, or only those things that I hate? Do I know the value of life, or only...

Nothing

As for me, I expect that my gold teeth will be ripped out of my head as soon as I hit the ground, by ghouls in long coats with snapping steel pliers, drooling in the shadows, who have been waiting for years to devour whatever it is in me that hates mankind, and it...

Eyewitnerss

Women are all expressing something different with their eyes and thus the difference tells the viewer a story. The girl in the lower left shows shocked surprise, while the girl in the upper left pines away in mute resignation for what she knows is already lost and...

The Origin Of Life

I have a horizontal crack in my baby fingernail under which a blackish green dendritic mould is beginning to grow. Lovely. The single cell, the first algae, photosynthesis, the origin of life. Soon i should have tadpoles evolving into amphibians and small fish. I will...

If At The End Of All This

If at the end of all this, if there is anything left that could be called “you” to remember this, if at the end of al of this, when the lens in your eyes have thickened and expanded like the belt around your waist along with the rest of the universe, or...