Saturday, February 27, 2016

Papa's Choniz

SALMON RUN

From nail bar to brow bar.
To nitro massage.
To organic spray tanning.


TIME

Putting me in check.


COLLECTION

Folks gotta pay they bills.
Church gotta pay they bills, too.


LIQUID RABBIT

Survivor’s guilt.


BIBLE BELT

The Jesus Christ catchment area.


SAGACITY

Repair shop popcorn.


RODEO

Calf shimmies like a bitch monkey
At the end of a fucking rope.


SILENT VALLEY

This ain’t no silent valley.


LIFE

Debtors’ prison.


WRONGFUL WORSHIP

Things have gotten like 180.


THE BRAIN

Do not bleach.
Do not iron.
Do not dry clean.
Do not tumble dry.


COLD FEET

Open house.


A CERTAIN SAMENESS

A sort of ground zero.


PARKING LOT ATTENDANT

Snoozing like an oriole.


IT’S A WRAP

Of such pristine suchness.


RIGHT TO DIE

Credit for time served.


THE INN OF THE 15 POUNDERS

What’s the latest there?


MUTUAL VALIDATION

Bicycles obey signs.


PLANET YOUTH

I whip my hair back and forth.


WALL OF SCREENS

Chatoyant culture.


SPRING LOVE

Stay clean and work the body.


ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

All rights reversed.


PROFESSIONAL INSTALLATION

At no extra cost.


THAT DRY SCRATCHY THING

The search for answers continues.


KIT

Groove sold separately.


YOU AND YOU AND YOU

A private community.


THE WHOLE NINE YARDS

Still shy of a first down.


NIGERIANS

Own the gas station
And deli
Next to the mosque.


ADULTHOOD

In some fashion.
At some point.


SOCIETY

Has gave me too many buttons to push.


CRUX

Big bucks.


RECOUNT

Twenty nine white winged doves on the utility line.


ABRACADABRA DISAPPEAR-O

You lose one life if the timer reaches zero.


ICE AGE GIANTS

Snow at elevations we don’t even have here.


NEGOTIATOR

Very very playing it close to the vest.


PAPA’S CHONIZ

His hand in there.
Like he scratching a lottery ticket.


GOLD BY THE BARREL

While supplies last.


WHOLE NUMBER

Twenty five on a wheat
Roll with everything.





Thursday, February 25, 2016

Randy Stark Discovers America

While I’m trying to get my thoughts together regarding certain questions (Why are new poetry books so often elitist-ly priced? I know what time it is, do you?) to be answered in future posts, I realize it’s been a minute since I did some shout outs, short and sweet, to things that have been keeping my head in the game in recent weeks, so before I get any more of the side eye let me scoop you up and take you where I been.

Seeking to augment the stimulation every reader demands (your gramma bumps this shit), and to source the boost that every artist needs—sing or play, gallery or screen, a page is a stage—I often go on a walkabout, nondirectional uninhibited researching and “discovering” uncharted artists and remote places, which I frequently find out later have been widely known by everybody else for like ever. (Where I used to work, we called that naive earnestness “discovering America.”) Add to that, some me revisiting old favorites, and you’ve got this post, honest weights and measures.

Random AM Radio

Wea Yo Ass Was At by DY. Seems to have been inspired by Drake, I’m not a hundred on that, but this video is authenticity to the max, in place of overcooked production a riveting flow of words and images. Astonishing stuff, basic to the marrow.

The Dennis Bono Show brings back lounge-era Las Vegas (“He sings a la Bobby Darrin”) in a radio show recorded in performance at Michael Gaughan's South Point Hotel, Casino & Spa in Las Vegas and then broadcast on the weekend.  All the fabulous Vegas tropes and clich├ęs are in force here, including swinging musicianship and hip repartee. Old style Vegas, old style radio, life itself, the way it used to be.  It looks marvelous.

Random Reading

Poetry by Darin Ciccotelli (“like a ribboned/aroma that carries you to breakfast.”) And here is some earlier work from a different magazine. The artistry is refreshing, in clean and clear language that delighted me. 

W.H. Auden, tumdiddyum. This ain’t no pretender’s lab, this is the whole launch complex. You can go to page 2302 of The Norton Anthology of English Literature, Fifth Edition, Volume Two, and break your wrists trying to hold the book or you can click In Praise of Limestone and be astonished and amazed by it on your screen. A tour de force, and here are three brief examples:

“…Mark these rounded slopes
With their surface fragrance of thyme and, beneath,
A secret system of caves and conduits; hear the springs
That spurt out everywhere with a chuckle,
Each filling a private pool for its fish and carving
Its own little ravine whose cliffs entertain
The butterfly and the lizard; examine this region
Of short distances and definite places…”

***

“to become a pimp
Or deal in fake jewellery or ruin a fine tenor voice
For effects that bring down the house, could happen to all
But the best and the worst of us...
That is why, I suppose,
The best and worst never stayed here long but sought
Immoderate soils where the beauty was not so external…”

***

“The blessed will not care what angle they are regarded from,
Having nothing to hide. Dear, I know nothing of
Either, but when I try to imagine a faultless love
Or the life to come, what I hear is the murmur
Of underground streams, what I see is a limestone landscape.”

Random Reacquainting

Hannah Arendt

From sixty years ago, she’s writing about the self-presentation, the primacy of appearances, the complications of the simple fact of appearing:  “Not what something is, but how it ‘appears’ is the research problem.” Authentic vs. Inauthentic. “The urge to self-display.”

And she’s writing (The Human Condition, The Life of the Mind) about the speed of technology (a la another great lounge act, Paul Virilio)  and how “speed has conquered space...it has made distance meaningless.” She locks in that idea with this metaphor:  “No significant part of a human life—years, months or even weeks—is any longer necessary to reach any point on earth.”

Jules Verne 

I finished The Mysterious Island, the fourth of his novels I’ve read in recent months, preceded by Journey to the Center of the Earth, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, and Around the World in 80 Days. As the titles imply, each book has been wildly entertaining, exciting, and often enlightening. “Voyages extraordinaires,” his series of novels written in the 19th century are called, and their popularity must be credited not only to the raw thrill of adventure, but also to a positive attitude within his best characters, typified by this quote from The Mysterious Island:

“They looked their situation in the face, they analyzed the chances, they prepared themselves for any event, they stood firm and straight before the future, and if adversity was at last to strike them, it would find in them men prepared to struggle against it.”

Christian Mystics

Part of my official academic transcript includes one quarter at the University of California, Irvine (UCI) which included a class in Christian mysticism. Probably because I’ve been transitioning from a high density, high energy metropolitan environment to a lower density, lower energy desert location, Christian mystics have been in my mind of late, though not the wanderers, but rather a hard core anchorite and a cloistered nun, who in their pious seclusion (i.e. off the grid and before Facebook and texting) and extreme faith regarded prayer as the mystical union with God.

Julian of Norwich (1342-1416) Being an anchorite, confined to a small cell adjacent to the main part of a church, gazing upon a crucifix, the dying English mystic experienced 16 visions, many of them a plenteously bleeding Christ on the cross, and lived to write about it.  Sometimes the visions “I saw with bodily sight...” and sometimes “I saw...in mine understanding...” and some came via spiritual sight. But in the descriptions of internal prayer and infused contemplation, there is no little detail about the blood flowing from an apparently animated crucifix---color, the size and shape of the drops, etc. Julian's book, Revelations of Divine Love, is considered the first to be written by a woman in English.

Teresa of Avila (1515-1582) A Spanish mystic, she too experiencing physical challenges and seeking prayerful union with God. Her book The Interior Castle, uses the castle (or mansion) as a metaphor:   one’s soul is in residency, the entrance to each of the many rooms  within bringing the seeker progressively closer to God, utter devotion, or as she puts it, being “oned” with God. She has a nice line about what it would be like to have displeased God:  “no night can be so dark.” Some reports have her levitating. Like Julian’s, her visions were not without their bloody wounds:

“I saw in his hand a long spear of gold, and at the point there seemed to be a little fire. He appeared to me to be thrusting it at times into my heart, and to pierce my very entrails; when he drew it out, he seemed to draw them out also, and to leave me all on fire with a great love of God. The pain was so great, that it made me moan; and yet so surpassing was the sweetness of this excessive pain, that I could not wish to be rid of it...”

Eric Hoffer

A tough son of a bitch, he worked as a longshoreman in San Francisco and in the 1950’s began publishing works of philosophy. The docks have historically been a frenzy of new anarchic ideas from exotic lands, and Hoffer has some astute observations about “true believers”: extremists, terrorists, fanatics. A philosopher in the working world—do they make them like this anymore?

Random Facebook Hits:

Stephen Beveridge is an artist and performer, and I’ve had the privilege of meeting him, seeing his paintings, and listening to his open mic performances. His visual art is one thing, his observations via the written page or lyric are something else again.

Jerome Rothenberg teaches me a lot in this tight website.

Now, it’s time to return to my own work, “my very entrails,” adhering to Solzhenitsyn’s advice to “keep quiet and get on with the job.”





Saturday, February 20, 2016

A Gathering

ROYALTY

Enthroned on stumps and overturned buckets.


TRIPPERS AND ASKERS

Like separate checks.


I AIN’T NEVER SEEN IT

This awesome before.


COWPUNCHERS

On the down low.


ONE CAT’S NAMED

Red Mesa.


NANCY SALAZAR

Comes from a long line of special event planners.


BONNIE AND CLOYD

Yeah, we get it all the time.


SIERRA MIST

The woman not the drink.
Her kids and their significant others.


CAJUN BRUCKNER

And his daughters Xochitl and Laramie.


PYTOR NIK-SUYGAR

Working on a secret project.


DADDY WATCH THIS

Watch this.


MAYBE SOME OF YOU REMEMBER

All-Stars-R-We?


PRETTY MUCH YOU NAILED IT

And they both kind of.
They set it up.


TO HAVE ALL THOSE BIG TROUT RUNNING AROUND

Beautiful.


YOU KNOW HOW YOU FIRST START TO

What is that called?


THOSE GUYS THAT’S WHY MY BROTHER

And they said you know.


PLUS PEOPLE

That’s what I mean.


YOU WANT SOME?

Where’s my love?


BECAUSE I HAD SAID, WELL

I’m not even a construction worker.
I’m a sailor.


MATT CALLED

That never happens.


UM AND THEN

You were like two.


THE COPS HAD WENT TO HIS HOUSE

But there was never any charges pressed.


AND THEN THERE MIGHT BE

A really nice uh.


I’M LIKE WHAT?

Again?
Really?


BUT EVEN THAT

I mean.


AND THEN UM

And then they uh.


THIS GUY’S YOU KNOW THAT’S WHY

I mean five star best selling.


YEAH THAT BECAME A THING, MAN

But I never actually saw one.


SHE AND I

We would butt heads.


IT’S FUNNY BECAUSE

No matter how much yoga or spinning you do.


AND YOU GO REALLY?

You know?


SHE WAS YEAH

Yeah eh yeah.


AND AS YOU CONTINUE

You kind of have the sense of.


SOMETHING EVERYBODY NEEDS TO REMEMBER

Too, is.


BUT THINK ABOUT WHAT WE’RE SAYING

If what we’re saying is.


I REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME MY DAD

Brought home a bucket of chicken.


NO THERE REALLY IS

Which is fine.


YOU’RE OK

Come on.
Get up.
Go like this.















Thursday, February 18, 2016

Mission to Mars

FULL MOON IN THE DAYTIME SKY

That’s good shit.


TRYNA KEEP THE PARTY LIVE

Keep my freak ahead of the game.


SHIT SO GOOD

Need to slap somebody.


ECLIPSING THE OLD MARK SET

In I want to say
Oh three.


THIS SHIT BANG

Dope as fuck.


THIS IS HOW IT WORKS FOLKS

It’s insane, right?


DOPEST IN THE GAME

The illest verse.


IT AIN’T NO PLAYACT

Making an impact.
Rhymes pop on contact.


WHAT I LACK IN TECHNIQUE

I make up for in enthusiasm.


OTHER MUTHAFUCKAS BUGGIN

Finna steal my shine.


NOW STUMBLING TO THE FINISH LINE

Have to run a traffic break
To get they own sorry shit over.


I KEEP IT 100

There’s a lot of sort of you know.
At the sheriff’s homicide bureau.


I’M NOT IRRATIONAL

But actual and factual.
Differently rational.


BLOWING UP THE OLD REGIMES

Flight patterned after natural arterials,
Materials, fundamental particles,
Articles of motorcades and space parades.


NEW AND SELECTED

I offered.
He laughed.


MARS ROVER

Academic drover.


RATCHET ASS PRESENTERS

Lead-based resenters hatin on me.


PERTURBING MY TRAJECTORY

They know who I be!


I GOT THE STACKS

All precincts reporting.


IN FACT

A global ass phenomenon.


CHICKS FINE ASF

Mystiques and audacities.


DOWN SO LOW

It’s supposed to rain Saturday.


MORE SCREWING GOING ON

Than at a Mason Jar factory.


ASSEMBLING THE LINE OF DUTY

Taying up that bootay.


KILLA IN A HOUSECOAT

Stray bullets
Errant rounds.


HELL I REMEMBER

A thousand clowns.


CAN’T IGNAW IT

No kind of way.


ON THE EL D

Flow be poppin’.


I GAVE YOU MY CARNE ASADA

Come on.


IAINT GONE TAG YOU

Iont do that shit no more.


I GOT TWO WISHES

Infused contemplation.
And all my timeouts remaining.


WHAT’S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN?

The most elevatedest horses
And thirty people
Would have no clue.
That’s cra.




















Saturday, February 13, 2016

Quick Hits

WHERE I LIVE

Hot and unincorporated.


SMART GLASSES

Good and you?


CREATIVITY

Extremism is no vice.
Moderation is no virtue.


A SUPER EDUCATED GUESS

But even so.


RETINAL OVERBITE

Speed bumps are murder.


ANESTHESIOLOGIST

Shaman riding the wild surf. 


CATS FLYING

They said wind.


POMPEII

Two eyes.


HOLLYWOOD

Empty pill jar.


PENCIL

Chrysalis. 


PUSSY

In the well.


MYSTICAL MERMAIDS

Kitty and Jo Lynda.


MAGIC CENTER

Soft G.


INTERSTITIAL RIFFS

Architecture of swing.


SILVER

Well not silver silver.


FLAVOR PROTECT WRAPPER

Tough on terror.


SOARING MELODIES

Including the way famous ones.


MIRACLE PILLOW

Egyptian dreams.


WORLD DOMINATION

I’m on the train.


SOCIAL MEDIA

Chisme at the speed of light.


TEEN LIZARD

Text me.


SILENCE

Weighs a ton.


IDEALISM

Straight to voicemail.


COCKTAIL PARTY

She say that shit?


KNIFE

Right here.
Right in my back.


OVER BEFORE IT BEGAN

At a Burger King in Kiev.












Thursday, February 11, 2016

Don't Rush Your Taters

FOLKS RAISE YOUR HAND

If you want to get into like.


I MEAN THINK

For a second.


GO HARD

Hit the beach, clubs, the gym.


STAY ON TOP OF YOUR MEGA NUMBERS

Master your mental planetarium.
Hey did I tell you?


I WATCH AND RECORD

20 million programs at once.
So can you.


NO BULLETS, NO SHRAPNEL

There’s never been a better time than now.


THIS IS THE YEAR YOU CAN HAVE IT ALL

But don’t rush your taters.


ALL YOU HAVE TO DO

Take a small stiff brush.


PLACE YOUR HAND OVER YOUR HEART

I pledge allegiance.


PRAY FOR PIE A LA MODE

Get down on your knees.


BREAK DOWN THE BARRIER

Between lived and literary.


HELP US BUILD

A lodge we can be proud of.


DON’T SUCCUMB

Overcome.


GO AHEAD

You’ll see.


LOOK UP IN THE SKY

Jesus waving the Stars and Stripes.
Miss Liberty piloting Santa’s sleigh.


DO IT FOR YOURSELF

Won’t you?


BUY THREE, GET ONE FREE

There you go.


BETWEEN THE PLATFORM AND THE TRAIN

There is a gap.
Please mind the gap.


ASK NOT

Ask.


ALL I CAN SAY IS

Snap out of it Doris.
Dolores.


GIVE YOURSELF PERMISSION

Enjoy that convenience store wine.


BECOME A SAFE DIGGING PARTNER TODAY

Be someone who marks, notifies, and waits.


UNLOCK YOUR ALIVENESS

Ladder up the scale.


OPEN THE GATE

For Christ’s sake.


IN FACT GO DRAG HIS ASS OUT HERE

No wait I’ll do it.


SMELL THAT LEATHER

It’s like coming home.


AND THEN SHARE YOUR ALIVENESS

With your friends, your family, yourself.


YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE

Won’t cost you a thing.


OK TIME OUT

But not really.


CALL OR TEXT

If you have any questions.












Saturday, February 6, 2016

Poolside

A KIND OF DREAMLIKE

Sort of look at it.


OLIVIA’S HOME FROM LONDON

I think she went everywhere.


I HOPE TO SEE THE DAY

When it can be asked who
The first gay president was.


GIUSEPPE HAS A FASHION SENSE

Yes.


HEY DID I TELL YOU?

I guess those pills they’ve got me on.


NO NOT THE BUFFET COOK

The buffet chef.


DO ME SOME MULE SKINNING

Some pearl diving.


I’M NOT A MIND READER

But I’m reading yours.


OR WAS IT THE WEEK BEFORE?

It might have been the week before.
Whatever it was.


ALL I HAVE TO DO

Is tell her to call you.


ASSUMPTION IS THE MOTHER OF ALL SCREW-UPS

And Stravinsky wrote the soundtrack.


IF YOU WERE YOU MIGHT

Or maybe you wouldn’t.


SHE WAS A RADICAL

Eco feminist before the word even existed.


AT

What is it?
Three?
Things could change.


IS IT THE FLY THING TO DO?

I feel yes and no.


YOUR DAD WAS ON THAT

Remember?


I HAVE A PICTURE

But it was a different boat.


THEY SAY SLEEP

Is an act of protest.


HE NEEDS MONEY

We don’t have.


ARE YOU

Oh I’m.
So no.


HIS SISTER

The youngest.
Did I ever tell you about her?


THE KIND OF THING

You don’t see it too much.
But you do see it.


WHO THIS MOTHERFUCKER THINK HE IS

Making me feel some kind of way.


DURING WHICH OH

No that’s absurd.


AND THEN COME TO FIND OUT

They did go to kill him.


LET’S SEE

She’s 24.
So I would have been.


IT WAS TORTURE

Basically.


I MEAN THAT WAS CRAZY TOO RIGHT?

I mean it really was.


SHE HAS IT

Where it’s bad.


I HAD A ROAST BEEF SANDWICH

With the au jus and the French fries and a Coke.


IT WAS LIKE SAYING

Like hey so uh.


WAIT CHECK THIS OUT

The theory is.


I IMAGINE

Right?


I DON’T KNOW

I’m still kind of on the fence about it.


THEY ALSO HAVE THIS ZEN THING

Where.


THAT’S THE ONE WHO WAS LEAVING

I’m talking about the guy who took over.


ACTUALLY

I’m just trying to figure out
Why you sound like a goat.








Thursday, February 4, 2016

There's Fish Kicking Around

GOOD MORNING

I’m on three different planes of reality.


IN THE SCATTERVERSE

In a field of nonchalant lavender.


ROOSTER

Whatthehellllll.
Whatthehellllll.
Whatthehellllll.


ON AN L-1011

Like the one taxiing through my guts.


I JUST I NEED TO

I don’t know.
And I forget the third.


HAAAAACK HAAAAACK HAAAAACK

Fuuuuuck.


THEY UPPED THE DOSAGE

There’s a lot going on.


YEAH I’M GETTING BETTER 

At not remembering anything.


WHY GO TO THE DAMN HOSPITAL

If they’re just going to turn around
And send me home again?


OH WELL AND

Another thing.


SO LET’S SEE

Maybe just.


WHAT WAS I SAYING?

Oh yeah.
Last week.


PERFECT SHOOTING WEATHER

It was grande out there.


THEY TASTE LIKE MALLARDS

And they’re great to shoot.


PEOPLE ARE MISSING OUT

On some pretty doggone delicious eating.


NO I TOLD HER

Leave the fat on there.
That fat is really good.


GARLIC AND MUSHROOMS

Hell yeah.


SHE TOOK SKYLAR

To lacrosse.


ONE MORE REASON

To love her.


I HAVE ALL THE PAPERWORK

I just have to make sure um.


IT’S HARD TO FIND EVERYTHING

Or a lot of it’s missing.


JASON

Over-exaggerates a lot.


I DON’T CALL HIM

I don’t want to work for him.


HEY BEFORE I FORGET

Did I mention there’s fish kicking around?
We can take my truck.




Monday, February 1, 2016

Natural Selection: flash prose

SCHADENFREUDE

Watching your boss humiliated on Jeopardy! In the red after the first two rounds and thus ineligible for Final Jeopardy!—her majesty disinvited!—we watched her arrogance suppurate while she stood there and listened helplessly as the “Think!” tune ran for 30 seconds that seemed like a million years and the other contestants continued playing, and with substantial balances. She knew what we and the entire world were thinking: you are fail! You are epic fail! When she returned to the office there were rumors her board wouldn’t take her calls. Subordinates maddogged her. And until she resigned several months later, there were no  staff meetings, no daily touchbases, no webinars, keynotes or culture shifts, no blue ribbon committees, task forces, or roundtables, no retreats, no breakout groups, no brainstorming sessions, no resets, rethinks, reinventions, no more strength-based capacity building.


EMBRACING MEDITERRANEAN MAGNIFICENCE

Soldiers ride in the front. I’m in the back of the bus with the huffers, Diamond Platnumz in my ear buds, and looking out the window at the people living in tents strung between the palm trees in the median of the expressway, wondering who has it worse. Jacob will meet me at Sunny Hills. He’s reliable, often early, and always smells good.


ALL NEW SEEDS OF CONTEMPLATION

Himself a carrier of the lone wolf gene he counseled and cautioned the adult male orangutan, quoting Thomas Merton, about the dangers of going into solitude “merely because you like to be alone.” You think cool, but then it’s like they build a Super Wal-Mart across the street. The noise and congestion is killing. Yet there’s nothing there. Stagehands and pit crews surround your house like wasps. Two trash barrels, side by side, stare in through the window like evil Arbus twins, children of the damned. Personal preference is seldom taken into consideration.


PARENTAL ADVICE

Sierra, our oldest, who just graduated, when she first started high school girls would want to jump her. I told her don’t ever look for a fight, but I said if you have to fight you make sure you hurt them. You may not win the fight but you make sure they know there’s a consequence in dealing with you. It got to the point where we even sent her to a Christian school. Who’d she have her first fight with? The pastor’s kid.


ONE GONE OUISEAU

Peach the cat hiding beneath the grapefruit tree, dogging a solitary sparrow bathing like an ancient goddess in the largesse of seeds at the feeding pedestal. The bird never saw it coming; so sudden was the explosion of feline rage that the cat left its colors behind under the tree, and was nothing but an electric charge of drooling teeth and unsheathed claws, a visage of fury, a cockpit with a madman inside, and simply erased the bird from the pedestal, wiped it out, leaving only a tiny confetti of seed husks and feathers misting the scene.


A PARLOUS VALORIZATION

By maintaining sedulous alterity, simultaneously limbic and carbon-based, anyone can assay the hyperquiddity of the codex. The old feed store is now a fitness center.


OFFICE CONFIDENTIAL

Part of my job is doing the shredding for the office. Sheer volume makes it prohibitive to even try gleaning juicy tidbits for office gossip circulation; so instead, each sheet of paper represents some manager or administrator I hate beckoning desperately before sinking into the grinding teeth of the shredder, with fiendish, feverish delight the infused contemplation of the curdling screams and spurting blood and popping guts. She’s a bitch, he’s the type to sniff a homeboy's hair and ask what brand of shampoo he uses, this one’s putting up impressive fantasy numbers, and this one’s having an affair with the boss. And here’s the boss. He’s special. And again. And again.


AT THE FEEDER

The goal of the corporate state is to produce a fool’s paradise: hummingbirds gulping to twice their field guide size, water balloons, blimps with tiny wings. The corporatists need you to keep your head in the game because, although they have already won, the fewer who play, the less winning is worth.


AN UNMADE CALL

To Whom It May Concern: This is to advise that a parcel addressed to you is currently being withheld from delivery as there are reasonable grounds to believe its contents are, possibly, in violation of Federal law, specifically, the “Uniting and Strengthening America by Providing Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept and Obstruct Terrorism Act.” If you want to claim the parcel, please call me so mutually convenient arrangements can be made for this purpose.


IN RE LOVE

In classifying the lawless pockets where, wedged between a mirror and a window, anything other than dog eat dog is just personal preference, I’ve dispelled the learned behavior of relationships served, severed and reserved by classical definitions of insanity and felt the galaxy of oxidized petroglyphs, twice seen through the prism of skate parks. Thinking of you, my brain drops into deep neutral. I want to kiss you and casually decipher and articulate the tunneling vortices and hold you close. I want to make love, seleccion natural, as seen in palimpsest and pentimento, in friezes, bas reliefs, triglyphs, and metopes around the world and throughout all time, including the halftime show at the Super Bowl. The fireplace may be faux, but the flames are real.