Is The Music Always This Good At The End Of The World? – A POEM FOR THE BIRDS, A POEM FOR HUNTING DINOSAURS

April 29th 1999, I am handed a grubby xeroxed flyer that tells me I am being fed lies. The media tells you what your puppet masters want you to hear. It is the MACHINE. The military industrial complex. Work, Consume, Die. What is a wildin' child to do!? BECOME TO MEDIA, and well now! Isn't … Continue reading Is The Music Always This Good At The End Of The World? – A POEM FOR THE BIRDS, A POEM FOR HUNTING DINOSAURS

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

And Now, Bleeding and Glittering With Broken Glass, The Escaped Prisoner Will Deliver From A Darkened Lightning-Cracked Lectern A Disquisition on The Aesthetics of Hope

I think that optimism is only worth having if it is taken from a very dark seam. - Jim Crace, Interview with Believer Magazine https://player.vimeo.com/video/34734791 SAY ANYTHING - ALIVE WITH THE GLORY OF LOVE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srHyzakgl84 The Hold Steady - How A Resurrection Really Feels - 3/20/2009 - Club de Ville https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZUAlAVBY0M These are the red-eyed politics, the cocktail revisionistsWar room rules, no … Continue reading And Now, Bleeding and Glittering With Broken Glass, The Escaped Prisoner Will Deliver From A Darkened Lightning-Cracked Lectern A Disquisition on The Aesthetics of Hope