We Coup, Bro?: An Ode to General Mark Milley, With Duty and Squalor

There's a man in an leather chair, jacket unbuttoned, in a shadow bearding onto past midnight, 5 o'clock and the last call for punching out - all the work-a-day seems years ago Now he sits, almost self-assured, in the midst of a harried mess; Sipping a glass of something steadying and resolving, to write down … Continue reading We Coup, Bro?: An Ode to General Mark Milley, With Duty and Squalor

The Geometrical Concerns of An Inconstant Heart

I wander around this compartment - this house that wishes it were home And the lines are weary and trace displacement, the cartographer is not master of his art Either, or, the building is bereavement, a place they put him, and depart, He takes his compass, it weighs heavy, the moral, protracted, angles too... uh.. … Continue reading The Geometrical Concerns of An Inconstant Heart

She Asked Why I Was Smiling, And I — Dumbfell Silent – A POEM

“My heart is haunted by…” She was bearing her soul I was chewing up the scenery Drunk on her watermelon scent And how she breathed like spring, to me What melancholy mystery She whispered secrets gingerly Remember when they locked us in separate chambers And made us exchange notes through desperate aisles You were a … Continue reading She Asked Why I Was Smiling, And I — Dumbfell Silent – A POEM

The Spright Who Lives Between The Wall and the Door: A Poem, Based on Readings of Timothy Leary’s biography by Robert Greenfield

“The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the … Continue reading The Spright Who Lives Between The Wall and the Door: A Poem, Based on Readings of Timothy Leary’s biography by Robert Greenfield

I Confess To Aloof Ness: A Poem

I once knew a stranger This girl on my street I'd walk out of my place and smile when we'd meet she talked and her voice well, it sounded different and sweet and we'd walk and I'd stare down wanting to follow our feet she would tell me things, secret but just anything new it … Continue reading I Confess To Aloof Ness: A Poem

I Like Girls Who Are Quiet

Some men see things as they are and ask, ""Why?"" Some dream things that never were and ask, ""Why not?" Some look at what's left and say, "what happened?" Some look back and say, "what do you want from me?" as they walk, gone. Some see a bird fly and dream wings' construction Some get right to the delicate … Continue reading I Like Girls Who Are Quiet