Minds! Antiseptic minds, cleansed by the new improved multi-managed medium, dictated to incessantly by omission (if nothing else) and by all the bytes and bits that we make time for- TIME! Time for Andy's 15, the evening news' 2, and for every products' (pantyhose to presidents) :59 and :29[…]
The periods just freeze me. Even without them- even with out capitals I can’t! Sometimes all it takes is a phrase- or a simple sight- the slightest trigger. I just need a simple little block buster- a little push. Once I get rolling it’ll be a down hill coast. I[…]
KEEP FOIL WRAPPER TO PUT GUM IN AFTER USE there are workers in the subway and the streets with special tools just for scraping up gum USE IN VENTELATED AREA here is a hole in the ozone layer the size of the Antarctic AVOID CONTACT WITH EYES There are 3,000[…]
Early on it was felt that only prayer and good deeds would soothe the soul. Of late, it seems, there is always some price. The fact that time is the cathartic catalytic conveyance surprises and convinces no one. Whereas though the sanctity of spirit stirs and the discrepancies of justice[…]
invisible insidious burrowing catastrophe born in the fluids of life feeding on a liver a lung a brain officially of course there’s nothing to worry about but not a drop has touched my lips let them dig unofficially in you 9/29/95
Dusk creeps into the city’s park ushering droves of the solitary. Some scurry off to beat the sunset home to electronic companions who will share the blue dim-lighted cells despite the canned laughter and droll dialogue where phones don’t ring and doorbells never need to be answered. Two sit and[…]
as times pass friends change that emptiness which never fills never leaves settles down like dusk gradually coating the polish unperceptively sealing the shell colors draining as friends pass and times change a quiet resolve begins to grow either to be still or to turn and fade only to flourish[…]
twisted into itself inverted onto its one and only surface writhing in circuitous self contemplation interior endless loops of self analysis raging doubt helpless terror self analysis raging doubt helpless terror self analysis raging doubt helpless terror self analysis raging doubt helpless terror self analysis raging doubt helpless terror self[…]
sixty-eight plain pine wood boxes a big deep trench a back-hoe on a god awful hot august afternoon some had family but the family was so poor they could not afford to claim the bodies some just plain had nobody too old to live up stairs they had to choose[…]
I knew that you’d be pacing too… sometime after 3:33 in the stillness in the dark your memory drifted by me the meaning of friendship has never eluded me the value of time well spent the love of more than heart or flesh the union that hands can never make[…]