the story of fallacy pt II tell those little untruths falsities are wine no, stronger than wine they’re whiskey “When you met me that Friday morning, before The birds awoke the worms, You were dressed in blue Sitting on a green couch Waiting for me and my lies Light was a marionette then, One that could manipulate beyond colors and shapes” Come and drink with me yes it’s true that in here all art has been made from exaggerations that sweat smooth brown ink “And when I finally found Art, It ha...

Covering layers of skin Or stretching them Or peeling them away like sunburn First, Second, Third degree. Never once touching Organs and insides Just for the sake of knowing their feel Heart, Lung, Rib. This is the individual As defined in the mind! An undying concrete concept of the senses Color, Taste, Touch All of which are realities or inevitable presences Within the skull and spine and veins Except, Except, Except except that skin is made of sandpaper organs which sprout from vegetation ...

Please Accept This Personal Message Like muscled wires, our lips are pulled back only to ricochet forward again. Standing in a dim cellar you press me against drywall and the ancient cells in plaster are set into motion from our desperate heat; we are unaware that we have become catalysts to resurrection. Your hands are somehow warm in the cold parking lot- warmer than mine at least, my red jeep’s heater is hopelessly slow. November in the mid-west, in this musical and rumbling cave where we ...