gregorian crowd control.

and the last prismis locked back in the cabinetfor another year. the leprechaunscan sleep peacefullyknowing their goldremains safe. the corporationsreplace signageeschewing rainbowsfor handicapableas the lgbtqiahibernatealong with allthe womenand african americans. maybe this is whynovember through januaryare so drearythe country covered ina dismality of white. never underestimatethe power of a calendarwhen it can reducewhole groups of […]

the world is an open sewer

everynerveending is deadened operating at peak lack of fucks given beneath the sickly glow of a reddish moon i’d strap on a flamethrower and proceedtoburnthis entire fucking pit to greasy ash butican’tbebotheredwith anyofthishellishdissent

cancerous nodes on the apple of your sty

a half rabid bipolarsquirrel burying seeds insemisaltedsoulsoil forgotten fables in a pollution of metaphysical polyps popping a putrefaction of puerile pontifications purveying pallid platitudes of pain tiredly tending these turgid trenches trundlingaterrifying gait of ungraciously gregarious grumbling stumbling stammering a studious stagnation in strict denials slowly excising circulatory sensations in a swirling sickness of irregular […]

the labia like jowls of the greasy moon

his forehead anacnescarred septicslick of greasy sweat filled craters hisvoluminous throat quivered while i watched in ahorrifiedcuriosity at this human hybrid ofapetulantbullfrog andahungrypelican wheezing in the summer heat waiting for his spine to thrust fromhisslobberyjowls a terrifying form of heat regulation oralongleatherytongue snatchingsnacksfromthe swarmofstingingflies inaneverpresentbuzzing aninterspeciesconglomerationsquattingonagoldeneggwaitingforthechickeninthecoreoftheworldtohatchandbringontheendofeverythingwithatrumpetingfart

trapezing trapezium

is it normal to remind oneself they are human to act normal shoulders straight arms swinging eye contact smile not that much is that agony you’re human act like it but that’s the crux of it all a human being who finds being human unnatural seems incongruous to the natural order of things yet here […]

umbral oros

her eyes caught the sun flaring golden in a subtle diffusion of brown as i told myself not to stare into the glow beautiful women are much like an eclipse look too long and risk blinding yourself to anything else

Operation: Looking Glass out tomorrow

tomorrow is the day. Alice returns to Wonderland. the first book, Subject A, gave us the journey of Alice’s first attempt to escape Wonderland Inc. unfortunately for her, she was exhausted and ran out of steam at the very end of her trip. now she has a second chance, and judging by the flurry of […]

pachydermal taboos

no one wants to talk about the elephant in the room mostly for fear of startling it i assume yet they show no such compulsion when at the zoo i once read elephants think humans are cute so i doubt they would mind much if we occasionally acknowledged them if in fact there is one […]

happy juneteenth

it tooktwo and a halfyears to freethe last slaveson juneteenthignoring thecentury betweencivil war andcivil rightsand the sixtysome years sincewhich have shownno matter how farwe pretend to moveas a speciescertain unalienablerights remainconditional. the illusionaryunity shatteredthe moment theorange bigot normalizedmaking america hate againwhen the weak cowardsso threatened bya well spokenblack presidentwere allowed to ventone hundred and sixtysome […]

5 days to Looking Glass

Operation: Looking Glass is out in five days. the continuation of Subject A finds Alice returning to Wonderland as she seems to escape Looking Glass Keep and the foul Red Queen. this is one of the most enjoyable writing experiences for me. while the original Alice takes form the basic structure of these books, this […]

frescos of calamitous rebirth

each new line another scab shed i couldn’t care less about the words it is the feeling as they freeflow that brings me back againandagainandagain and after eight years it is as intoxicating if not even more so than it’s ever felt i don’t understand people very well the words don’t seem to match the […]

this life

this lifewill kill youwalking downthese streetsalone this worldwill fight youtearing downeverythingyou’ve known these wordswill slight youdelight youinvite youto another funeral these whimswon’t right youas the pitin your stomachgrows these windswill blight youstumbling onthrough theovergrowth their chainswill bind youuntil the roadyou roam isnot your own this emptinessdefines youand then you’ll seethis life goes ondespite you to […]

reflecting rejections

i see the world reflected in the windows of the brass skyscraper and can’t help but wonder which is the reflection am i a figment unknowingly traversing a backwards land is this the reason i have never truly felt as if i ever fit in does happiness live in the reflection shimmering behind a glass […]

conflicting shades of blue

the mind is a wonder of electrical impulses in a vat of chemicals navigating this delusionary world of dream each experience examined from a new perspective meaning nothing is perceived as exactly the same. each of us has the entirety of the universe inside our skulls and no true common frame of reference just the […]

use my frown as an umbrella

a silvery diffusion in rainfall delusion does little to clear the grime clinging to the wheezing heart ofthiscarcinogeniccity oil streaks shimmer as pastel puddles send filthy plumes spraying adiredelugeofdetrius dripdripdrippingdread darkly unto dreamshatter

raspy howls

came down with a case of metaphysical laryngitis last week with the realization i had lost the will perhaps the ability to conversate with anyonewhatsoever after a long year ofseeingtherealityof humans being human. tribalistic idiocy groups of the loudest proclaiming themselves the most talented in an echo chamber of abyssmal delusion turning on one another […]

gatekeepers at the kiddie pool

egos have a way of thinning the skin to where it seems the slightest breeze can collapse an author in seconds all smiles when public facing then snarls and claws when they think no one sees petty tyrants so stoned off of huffing their own farts they lose sight of reality they wage wars against […]

something about moss and boulders

tar drips languidly from the carcinogenic cloud cover leaving a film coating each and every prayer so they sink to the overflowing gutters where they float amongst all of the best intentions. this carefully constructed solitude has settled into a permanence after being fed a steady diet of disinterestandsilence as it torrentially storms on a […]

reminders

it’s been almost a year of seclusion a patented refusal to continue trying to pretend like the games are worth the time. in my hermitage i discovered by going silent the universe fell into silence as well a confirmation of how unnecessary interactions truly were. the people whom i felt the closest autumnal leaves in […]

unsent messages

the crows are screaming in this half empty lowe’s parking lot as the sun bakes a certain sort of dessicated heartthistle across the shimmering skyline of wavering wonder halfway between dallas and fort worth where both meccas of concrete austerity may be mirages in a sea of asphalt a fool ponders the hellacious squawking of […]

the art of the deal

its easy to lose sight of things when the president of the United States of America is a dementia addled, convicted rapist, and launches pointless wars at the behest of his puppet masters in a perverse plot of ever escalating global emergencies to keep what the entire world knows but just can’t seem to say […]