the story in the throat
not the story in the head
maybe there will be

no looking back
and those
on whom the chore devolves

of believing anew in
some tomorrow
will they have

the same
story in the throat

as we do
lost
in the absence of futures


Presenteeism.


"Gradually, though, it began to seem as if the center of gravity was shifting towards the blogs."


"When he sang, it was the only time he could tell the truth and survive it. His songs always seemed to be about something else."


Not Quite Utopia.