my webbo0k keeps looking for its new home

latest is back in my room
next to the windows where i can look
over a  slice of road
a wink of sky,
 a postage stamp of green
and the curtains in my neighbor's  sliding
glass door. they rarely move.



emil cioran wrote about his romanian
village occasionally. one story he related
was of a man who, when confronted with a character
in a work of fiction
that resembled him greatly said i did not think
i had stooped so low as to be written about.
i think i understand that sentiment at last.

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i'm having a crisis of faith
pope francis is not the only one
turning things topsy turvy.
i thought writing could save me
but i see that nothing does.
even the centuries old will one day
only be remembered in god dreams.


that i believe in soul is why i'm a poet instead of a scientist.
crow told me about his journeys  into alt universes via various
chemical cocktails . gamma ray bursts making noise on the detector
slowed to sixty hz or  at whatever frequencies humans vibrate
and i don't know why i insist
 on writing paragraphs in broken sentences
but i do. methmaker said it hurt to break the lines so he wrote them allthewaytotheedge
of the template, let the machine make the breaks.
it's prolly a control thing with me.


this man i'm living with apologises for everything.
i thought i could change that but some dogs is trained the wrong way.
i know. sorry for the discouraging work.
one ear/ thru the head. crazy elephants marching in
my living room. got the hot set up now electronic
drums in the corner, pandora on the desktop thru altec lansing
high end speaker while the pa system and sixteen trac recording
computer says hey music frenz where the hell are ya?
need someone on the keys, i'ma pick up this bass
if you got a guitar bring it on.
extra bed for a while. room fulla repurposeful amazon
merchandise in waiting may contain musical
inspiration. gong's in the guestroom,  you decide.









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oh that ampersand creeps in and i know somewhere
it displays as  just a code cuz we gotta own everything.
wonder how much that's worth under
forty feet of tsunami.


i'm having cake for memories.
slacker darlings. love missed it by half a gen
cuz the gens are speeding it up end of kalpa style.
at least we met again, recognise the you know what i mean
















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o narcissus i
told everyone
bout why i finally
am done with you
even though you
 weren't listening.

ruth taught me good lessons
leah taught me good lessons
elaine taught me good lessons.
triumverate of betrayals. so i did the same,
i'm sure. it bothers you
that i would say her adultery
is the same as yours and mine
what differed was the response.

loving the nineties music you're drummin to.
i ranted at the mellenials about how they don't know
minimum grammar rulez then had to admit
i was pretty much on the kill em all bandwagon
a decade ago. i figure what bothers me about it is
they aren't breaking rules. they do not KNOW the rules.
shit, how can you play the game then?
lol. one thing this silence has taught  is how
inane and narcissistic my own writing is.
try to see the world outside my front door
but i just gotta run and hide everytime i do.
i think i'll stay in florida tho, waiting for gaia
to flood the coasts. we're doing
ahem.
nothing.to mitigate the sea's immanent intrusion
 catastrophe in vitro.
i once feared drowning. premonition i spose.
i dunno. will i struggle or give up the ghost?
either one, despite ethical arguments, is a selfish choice.
how much can the body bear? this morning i wept
  from another fitful night.it's only been four years.
and i'm so weary of the pain. it only goes away in your arms.
even that's temporary
ah mortality you are a wicked flower.