Logic or common sense? Pragmatism or precedent non respectfully.
In sated comfort I recline as a being of fashion.
In hallowed halls I wallow in the agonizing indifference of youth
a paradigm by which only I can change, non respectfully.
Naming the ages of this and that, states of the past
evolving ever after. Our perspective; catalyst to the evolving [...]
Last night while drowsy eyed
it was decided,
that were Darth Vader to get a DUI,
he would sit solemnly behind a bar
beside a moped that works one day and not the next,
and with labored breath,
and black helmet gleaming
in orange glowing street light,
he would consider every possible outcome
from every real and exaggerated personal failure.
With so much power,
wrapped up [...]
you spoke as either an intrepid leveler or paradigm of staircases spiraling.
and in rapt silence we sat sycophants and scratching pens. a fly in the gallery unnoticed, as in towering arks, it buzzed from head to bald oily head. [...]
My viewpoint during my teenage years and early twenties was wrapped up quite nicely over a century before I was born. The words belong to Anatole France. “The law, in its majestic equality, forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread.”
School snuck [...]
Time: a relative measure of the scope of universal causality, and then and then and then.
Silk threads symmetrical,
each one carefully calculated
and spun into being.
Memories naked in the dark
gracefully swaying in the silent breeze.
But for light,
would go unnoticed.
But for the fly,
a thing to see.
Is the web a spider’s art?
or art by the human’s eye made?
24th winter
and all manner of fractured narrative has folded back onto itself
so that refractions of recent turmoils
when spoken slowly, in solemn ordinary language
make yesterdays seem less like tomorrows.
I bite the hair beneath my lower lip:
another winter beard which hides fragile flesh
until springtime calls again
and I can remember without inhabiting the past