Category Archives: Poetry

Suffering with superiority does not make stories true.
Investing in property when everyone else roams the land
fails to gratify even the deepest pockets of greed.

The brave fail once again to interrogate the trajectory
of their respective narratives which delight in seeking
the smallest story within the story behind the curtain.

Limited possibilities once again delay thoughtful 
seeking after the justice agreed upon by the 
conversation between the fierce and the fearless.

Beggars look for places which don't exist anymore
to stand and hold their cardboard signs for the eyes
of the engaged to fall upon as they drive by.

After collapsing, I cried,
"This day has wiped me out."

She looked over, "Funny.  
I do not see the straw
that broke your back."

I asked, "Are you suggesting 
that I am somehow related 
to camelus dromedarius?"

"Go far enough back and we
all managed to pull ourselves
out of the sea without 
much complaint."

Smiling, I said, "You need
to change careers, as you make
a great same-day, care technician."

She smiled, too.  "I like your 
words when you lie there broken, 
all humped over and distant 
from ecstasy."

I do not want to live in an infinite 
number of universes at the same time.
My mind...and body...can only handle one.

Instead, I would like to live a thousand thousand lives.
After each life arrives at an end, to begin again in 1965
as someone else, as one who suffers in different
ways and who watches waterfalls with the same
fascination.