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Emotionless Truth, Emotional Truth

     Emotionless Truth,        Emotional Truth I tweak the Buddha’s nose.  He doesn’t seem To care because of meditation or Of stone.  The universe is merely dream To him and marble.  There isn’t pain for Gautama.  Curls like ice cream extruded About his scalp have...

How to Paint at Midnight in the Chest and Torso

How to Paint at Midnight   in the Chest and Torso When my internal organs conjure you, They call the lake of lakes to be the greens You caused, and seas of oceans for the blue My memories use to paint rib walls with scenes. And these are just the bordering waters...

Contemplation

         Contemplation The realm of freedom grows not so much by Subjection of the space around it, folk Beyond its current reach, domains that lie Inside a strongman’s dictatorial yoke, Or lands held down by Holy Books’ control— With cannibal-like...

Never Surrendher

Never Surrendher I do not need to worry, I don’t think, That men will be reduced to little twerps By feminism.  Underarms will stink In massive hairiness after the burps Of history.  Men will not be tamed by cunts No matter how addictive those may be. Males...

I Wake and Find my Life Was Dreaming

 I Wake and Find my Life          Was Dreaming My dreaming makes reality unreal— The dreaming makes my daily life more dream Than actuality.  Then daydreams feel More vibrant than my life and make it seem A vanishing mirage, pastel and pale, Like watercolors spread...

The Vivid Building Charles Never Saw

The Vivid Building Charles              Never Saw The church that had a meaning now is lost   In death.  That strongly blue and gold-starred dome, Elaborately slated and gold-crossed, Says nothing about my man’s final home, His ashes in a garden dug in north...

We Wake and Find our Lives were Dreaming

We Wake and Find our Lives were Dreaming Our dreaming makes reality unreal— The dreaming makes the universe more dream Than actuality.  Then daydreams feel More vibrant than our lives and make them seem A vanishing mirage, pastel and pale, Like watercolors spread...

What’s the Good of Good?

      What’s the Good of Good? “Stylops parasitize divers other insects such as leaf hoppers, ants, bees, and wasps.  The female spend her entire life inside the body of her host, with only the tip of her bean- shaped body protruding.  She is a formless lump, having...