a paper cut
while exploring humanity
the world is salt
but poetry helps
as the city disavows me
with fragility
and precision
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
All I can afford
Is a small scale metaphysics
Enough to run a rented apartment
With borrowerd Wi-Fi - in order
To watch a faraway war
Or book maintenance appointments
A small enough metaphysics
To invite an angel or two over
& cook them hot water
In exchange of divine secrets
A small epistemology
To go with it
So I can read cookbooks
& cartoons about Spinoza
Or the washing instructions
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Friday, August 2, 2013
To Mustafa Said
The airplanes are landing in Heathrow
Meanwhile some rich dude is studying work
Mustafa: fucking in front of mirrors didn't solve much
Or did it?
Around here, there is a digitized infinity
But driving takes the edge off
From the middleness of the middle class
Yet doesn't work well with loss
Or the news about bullets
Taking out the enemy
Who is equally aroused by certainty
The airplanes are landing in Heathrow
Meanwhile some rich dude is studying work
Mustafa: fucking in front of mirrors didn't solve much
Or did it?
Around here, there is a digitized infinity
But driving takes the edge off
From the middleness of the middle class
Yet doesn't work well with loss
Or the news about bullets
Taking out the enemy
Who is equally aroused by certainty
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