You fall through the vale of details and tedium.A raft of shearling awaits to take you on a trip down turbid backwaters.You see cities of light, built on 100-year flood plains, inside a drop of blood.Surrender is the trick to get out of a hopeless mess.Up around the bend is the realization that dreams…

      Pull back the velvetI recite your naked liesCheap beads hide my shame

    we can sing our song arm in armparody the great reality of our tender situationlet us connect the dots all the way backto the first word ever spokenand mark its meaning while missing the pointas we fall in and out of style

    My wraparound text will induce self-consciousnessA fractured, jumbled, interplayComplex of tone down to the boneBest remedy to mend a tin earI make it difficult for your own good

  you see the prize tangled amongst theup-and-comers underfooti see trickery arranged in straight linesat the base of the shrinewe enter a misunderstanding for a common goalorganize the results of an unwilling compromisewalk out of the valley with one sacred object apiece

Lu likes to repair the machine that never breaks.Lu blames others for her troublesome mistakes. She gives to get.There is no joy without gain.Her mind is set.Lies are the way to avoid pain. Lu refuses to stick with a problem for long.Lu is not satisfied until her friends have all gone. Lu loves objects. They…

You once rated me a 5-star, which meant I found a road into your barricaded world. I did not know then, as I know now, how the five points spelled out the reasons why my mission failed: a. the dream I chose was yours b. intent was hemmed in by meaningless phrasesc. reality must exist…

hands grasp slippery claymystified by the wedge-pull-throwtell the mind to get out of the wayhard work turns misshapen mud into goldsheer luck cannot be counted on to stay

brokenchippedbentscratchedloosecracked we dig in. we hang on. the landscape melts and we are left with the bill. call a professional to fix the handle. prevent the stress of breakaway context and the urge to name every slight.

  It matters every single day what I say. What I do. What I think. Who I brush up against. My actions coalesce into a singular vibration which travels around the sun. Without first steps, the future becomes nothing more than frisson.