a perverted affection becomes an affectation. 

don't tell them your problems or they will feel smug

everything is an illusion. everything? everything, i lied.

existential point of departure.

friday i stare at the sun 

get rid of all your idols and eat raw.

he likes to be talked to, he likes the sound. 

the afterlife, to sleep in a book-lined room.

i do agree whites are evil but i don't identify with them.

i decided to put an end to my life but in order to do so i would have to first write my life after having lived it and having chronic writer's block so the end would have to wait.

i felt superfluous, unloved, but birdlike. 

i might have had no education instead of not much, i might have had no words.

i should ask why you're not  laughing. 

i wrote poems of exile but they in turn were exiled. 

i'm merely saying perhaps you hide behind those things you criticize. 

it's the madman who sets the framework for what madness is.  august  s.

moon tibet.

my name was like cipher. when i came here, it changed.

only now, at home, can i see the drama of the kid's boat.

the book of the transitioned.

the sense of missing what i love rises along with regret for what i've broken.

then we see the tree in our eye and it's leaning and we feel it in our stomach. 

vague rants

what do you mean by exile? it means different things to different people. i just want to clarify.

what's his name, you know, the one who was charged with blasphemy against god. oh who cares, it was a long time ago. no it wasn't! it was this morning! on the island.
the steward drives onto the island in his bmw, puts on his long rubber gloves, and sprays his poison. i talk to the audubon people. now the poisoner has a name. it is levy. i confront the poisoner. he begins to drive on, i follow him asking him why do you poison everything, he says you're not suppose to.. i shout STOP KILLING. i leave the island. i return, i confront him again. who gives you the mandate to poison the sanctuary i say. i will have you arrested he says. i scream at him again to stop killing. i am casual leaving the island now. i stop to talk with the birders. i think they are pleased. i leave unmolested, unarrested. i think on some level, those who commit evil know it and even want to be confronted. i want to reach that level. since he is a lawyer it may be that he wants to act out his heretofore hidden drama, to call attention to his poisoner self, in the sanctuary, and to be confronted in the name of his other unnamed crimes. at any rate he does not call the law.