You're so far away
Reaching you is my desire
...stupid itchy back...

perhaps there are dreams
of a political buffet
but who shall starve?

relentless gourmand
my feast, banquet of nations
the soil is of one

ok joel osteen
I said it, here he is, wow
in a haiku, here

henry miller for
all his lust and frank talk on
sex, he wrote about

what he ate with a
lot more satisfaction but
can you lend a sous?

and I have more faith
in hobbits than I do cash
except well, johnny...

enjoying your stuff
lush, do you like french or do
you like indian

I can't say why I
know what a chinois is I
guess it just got stuck

funny looking cone
to filter stock in those danged
china cap tools, food

I don't buy it though
those things of exchange are made
up like gods and hobbits

ayn rand is a god
to the idea rational
is cash-onal, $

what I have posted
are some encounters of faith
I've seen in time but

ayn rand saying to
objectivism, a is a
there is no god and

a god is a lie
for those who seek control so
she said, a is a

a young woman
named nema sought friends in
satan, where is she...

I hope she is well

I am told santa
is a pagan too, the old
claim by those who need

have I gone too far
this time down the rabbit hole
do I drink "drink me"

such anger in the
name of faith, I've known, it turns
someone inside out

catholics say that
their way is it, protestants
the same, rolls his eyes...

I had a young man
lay a curse on me and now
to forgive, or no?

some frontier anew
shedding pretext and veneer
blast the past, vroom vroom

glistening fabric
pressed against tasty extreme
how shall i resist

yes yes yes yes yes
nothing new under the sun
and the following...

what comes after a
post post deconetc etc
what is there that's new?

solomon in all his splendour
said all is vanity at his end

well bub, despite all
the classic queen's english now
it is canada

of course it is cold

fahrenheit collapse
chilly register, synapse
'tis the season, rapt

mercurial waste
iconoclastic scatter
patent corrosion

blanketed morass
a cistern past putrescence
gathering charade

all your new fangled
post deconstructionism
renders me frigid

yeah, i read that book
shucks, i fear i've read them all
my conscience remains

I think i ned a
spel chekur 2 c hw I
rite on hear sumtimes

crack a few eggheads
waddya get but some
omelet at denys

every day time
I remember those talk shows
speaking their pass times

woah unto me that
call san dimas cool but woe
to bill and ted, woah

hush hush, I thought I
heard her calling my name say
carpe diem, oi

somnolent passage
beset by lurking night mares
galloping darkness

yo, pass me the mic
if I may phrase the question
form of: a tirade

panel discussion
a gathering of eggheads
sans resurrection

sui generis
haiku opened in Latin
the first of its kind

I know a pepper
on a stick named jose who
he fears taco bell

the idea of a
man on a stick who died for
human flaws is...old...

A proclamation
The substance of what we say
Loathing, self pity.

the main horrorshow
inhabits my mind and days
oh... oh, no... oh noooo

much of the profane
'tis hyper-conscious fiction
prayer for my id

forgive my trespass
as I recant all judgment
humble ignorance

struggling, narrow faith
versus gaping panoply
how is one to choose?

in christ, agency
without, multi flawed human
which art thou, bs?

found tiny handprints
left on furnitures and walls
growing suspicion

and um, por favor
next time I get so lucid
I need a nap, kay?

try as we might the
power of grace even thou you
psychopathts WRITE WRITE WRITE!

what we try to find
in drugs or drink we had for
we are lucid angels...

I am devout but
this makes me a dangerous fool
for I am human

what is good is good
that which we speak of in verse
dadaist a bit...

play for this is art...