Somedays the ship races of
Tyranneous are at sea.
Somedays Penelope sits at home
with her lume.
Somedays the wine indulges.
Other days the olive oil heals.
The hands with polished nails raise
over the rising smoke
half moonlit light.
The earthen kiss anchors.
A child tosses a straw doll to the road.
There is dust.
The road leads down to the port.
there are things i don’t understand
we were bonded bacterially
i’m fairly sure the unification of some sort of
had something to do with our draw and lust
toward each other
something like that
it was a power lust, a power lust
the joining of two or even multiple bacterial
What’s the difference between New York and LA?
In New York
they’re well-postured people.
Tightly postured, if you will.
Excellently postured, I might say.
Very very well-postured.
they’re sloppy posturers.
They’ll posture at anything.
At cartoons, cars, stars, pornos, bars, fast food.
To quote a person I once met who represented
both so well,
“Do you know what I mean?
I mean like the experience.
You gotta really have it.
You know what I mean? Yeah, you get it. You do.
You know what I mean. Yeah, you do.”
No. I don’t. I don’t get it.
I think you’re all full of shit,
living in some deluded 20th Century archetype mythland,
giving yourselves pats on your imaginary bigheaded
And I hate to be the bearer of bad news,
but this is the 21st Century,
where the people have stopped operating via mythmade