the king

Love is a ruined emperor
presiding over
a broken kingdom of regret and
promises lost
forever searching empty rooms,
burnt fields, looted corpses…
looking for faded fortunes
imagining parades,
brightly lit
throbbing bass beat of
joy and abandon
now wondering at the hubris
a wicked, corpulent
fullness of assurance
when doubt
didn’t exist
it did…now
waiting for a new age
an invading
campaign of light
and love
and the rising
of a new throne.


this disease

are newly formed,
and debris from stars,
sunshine, we invade and take over
occupy earth
with large forebrains, we
tool and toil, we
monopolize life, displace
and denude…like a fungus, a disease
we spread
and we don’t know anything
but we know life
a habitual rampage toward
while the universe ages slightly
we age rapidly
owning what was once
we occupy earth
until we’ve run the course
hoping…hoping we can
devise define demand
ourselves into
where another
this disease.

Row Boats

fire burns the hand that
throws the Molotov as
well as the flaming car,
hurt the sayer as well as
the said to…and still
we don’t see
they are the same;
one side of a row boat
needs the other
to remain floating
yet one rower
is on the
wrong side,
only because
there are two sides and
with oar in hand, with
straining back, through
daylight and into
the rower knows to row
unaware of the infrastructure
and connection
deep and
of the boat under the rowers, under
duress it creaks, the wood
flexes, swells from wear
and water…but…
row boats need care, need
“looking at”
because erosion, injury, the sun, time;
and will
silently destroy the cladding, the spars
and bulkheads
that displaces the water that
floats a boat
when rowers
only row
the boat will fail
and both sides
will drown.


We can see it clearly…with
bright ideas and a slowly
moving understanding of
where we are, we
raise, we half raise a hand
but it is useless, no one
calls on us, no one
seems to care
and we look around us
seeing the moment, feeling
the moment roll
against our legs like an ebbing
dropping boats into sandy mud
bottomed harbors
the wind quiets and falls
to nothing…we watch for a sign
a frequency
a meaning in it all
there is none
there seems to never be
enough of
we really, really need:
each other.

We need to need and
need to know…but
even seeing clearly;
the tide goes


The Assholization of the World

It used to be that you knew where and who the assholes were and you could easily, if not always, avoid them handily. They were the asshole at the drycleaners, the jerk at the DMV, that weirdo down at the bottom of the steps to the subway…all easily identified and avoided as needed. But in recent times, pre-dating Trump actually, the assholes have had a resurgence and are just about everywhere you look. In the past an asshole was someone who, through their own machinations or simply from fate, had an axe to grind with the world and because you were a member of that general demographic, they directed their righteous anger at you. That anger was usually predicated on some apparent slight they had suffered at the hands of “them”. “Them” being the nameless, faceless demigods of society who control the universe from the darkness, from the shadows.

Not you but that makes no difference.

Today there is an asshole just about everywhere you look, stoked by social media, they shout and scream about whatever the “shit dujour” is. They are increasingly loud, pedantic and overbearing…aghast that you don’t immediately join their cause because, after all, they’re right and the entire planet of almost 8 billion are absolutely wrong. And they will go into excruciating detail explaining exactly why.

They are Infowars conspiracy nuts.

They are ultra-left-wing progressives.

They are #metoo protagonists

They are InCel dumbfucks

They are, well shit, pick a category and you will find an asshole.

The point is that there are more assholes today than there were yesterday and there will be more of the little buggers yelling at you tomorrow. All indignantly “correct” in the sphere of influence in their own tiny worlds but absolutely determined to indoctrinate you as an honorary member.

So what do you do?

When presented with an asshole, simply imagine them as some sort of wild animal who is screaming a guttural or keening cry as they wander around civilization…looking for a home, their own wild animal family or even just a warm dark place to sleep. They scream in an animal non-language like a cat meowing or dog barking; meaningful to other cats and dogs but useless to humans.

Pretty soon they stop screaming at you because you won’t respond in their animal language and they go away, or simply get too tired to be an asshole.

Seriously, assholes have expiration dates.


Believe. Go. Do.


Inventing Darkness

We invent darkness, trying
like small children
to stop our own light
our energy
from making shadows
from pushing
into places we cannot
we invent darkness
to hide, to pretend
to become less;
as we are afraid to be
more, afraid
of being noticed when
being noticed
we invent darkness, always
looking toward
futures without us,
without those moments
we already gave
thinking, always thinking
our light is too
it is not
we invent darkness but
we are
a billion suns

What we should know

These are 11 things we should know:

  1. You can do everything right and still lose the game.
  2. Reality doesn’t believe in rainbow farting Unicorns either
  3. Some people will be mean to you regardless what you do or say
  4. Don’t assume they know what you’re talking about
  5. Some issues are binary with demonstrably correct/incorrect answers
  6. Some issues have an enormous spectrum of “shades of grey” answers
  7. It is your responsibility to decide which is which
  8. You can count the number of people who should take responsibility for your actions on one finger pointing back at yourself.
  9. It costs nothing to be nice to people
  10. Government was created to protect you from me, protecting you from you is your responsibility
  11. You cannot truly love another person without having loved yourself first.

There are other things we should know but, start with these, and you’ll get to the rest when you’re ready.