Archive for July, 2013

July 29, 2013


Safety in Numbness

I do not know the meaning of  hard work.
But I know what it means to adhere
to a schedule of  diligent work-avoidance
as if it were a regular job: a strict routine
of  wandering around and lying down
and brooding over wasted time.
I don’t like to mix business
with anything, least of all pleasure.

July 24, 2013

Respect for Acting

If any further proof were needed that nothing is beneath me:



July 16, 2013



Am I empty at the core or just around the edges?
Are there riches therein?  I wouldn’t know.
I’m weighed down in a warm white glow,
crushing the stark yellow dullness of the day
into dust, statically and statelessly drifting
through this haze of rust.  Riding the waves
of lostness across the landscape of a desk,
into the bulwark of a threadbare curtain.

July 5, 2013

Before the Fact

Last Resort

I have mixed feelings about death.
It seems like the sensible option,
and it would certainly make a nice change.
On the other hand, I have some concerns
about incompetence and pain…