"The Grand and Free Palace of the Apes"

shadow longer than our soul
as sunshine diamonds tempered
smoking in cars
phalanx stanzas
align

build a fort with blankets


"Underlying Absurdity"

who
shits on
the bronze pigeons?


"Death of the World of Now"

This word was not from any of your scarrings made.
This wood was not. Corrupt spells stalked the glade.
It is better they don't ask me to say.
From hardship's lack, a world-shaped wound protrudes.
This small corrupt spell takes too much of my strength.

The tire split lengthwise, metal mesh protrudes.
It sang before i knew the why of it.
Or is it only the beginning of the end of the end
that we salute, suspended in the air?
A large corrupt spell held us in its maw.

I wade midway between two shores of madness.
Burning lands and shiny gimcrack leaves.
The pain within my gut a lodestar pointing,
and mountain once i climbed and tumbled down.
I made this spell from scurrying corruption.
It took all that i had and wants still more.


"I thank God that this administration's incompetence rose on par with their lust for power. It's like a community theater version of The Prince."



"...imagine a volume of Osip Mandelstam’s poetry released by the Soviet government in 1938, or an anthology of poems by Japanese internment prisoners released by our government during the Second World War."