What is there to say about love other than to praise its necessity.

What is there to say about love other than to praise its necessity.

Plan

There should be a holiday for each emotion, which is different from an emotional holiday. People complain about the weather and about weather forecasts but only really rave about the former. I have a radical national food plan in which it's always available.

I Am The Alternate

I am the alternate, the replacement. I am pledged to warn you, comma, it's true, but I have an exquisite exemption. He's not coming back; the one you seek has no substitute. Consider then that I have been returned as a Herald, for no One.

Untitled Assessment

He contorted himself into a tiny corner of the electrorate, hoping to make an impact. She offered her her heart and in return all she got was her halfhearted rejection - the most selfish kind. The children still had hope,  the ones young enough not to know what hope is.
Then autumn then autumn then autumn then Fall.

Through Two

I switched to airplane mode
yet then received your notification.

I pulled the rotary phone out the wall
but still you rang.

I made it rain
I made it rain!
and anyway your smoke signals.

I opened my door the second you knocked
( uh-uh
musta been
the wind or
something )
.

Some Mistakes

A long time ago I married a despicable, dishonest person who never cared about me or my well-being - though she did find me both convenient and entertaining for about a decade. I was a grown man, but I was naive, gullible, and believed her big, facile lie that she loved me. It's a mistake I'm still paying for. Some mistakes have far-reaching, even irrevocable, devastating consequences. Please don't vote for Donald Trump.

I'm forced to sleep you know, it's my humanity. Must not be much left, the opinion was voiced, being up so late for no reason.

I'm forced to sleep you know, it's my humanity.
Must not be much left, the opinion was voiced, being up so late for no reason.

The Commune Was Asked

The commune was asked for a marketable tale. They were asked as a put-down, really.

They cooked up a franchise and got rich.

Eyes Havoc

Strung out with joy, they wrote a ditty: "The Eyes Havoc" so done before, and a hit yet again.
After the chart fade they had one good cry.

reality*

she was high on life, and that led to an intervention by reality* in the form of her meddlesome peers.
yes) they debated
no) they didn't make the caring choice

   - but it's just life" said suzy, the sane one and the voice for justice

but no, the others were conniving, they saw a chance at an
 In†erVention™ and they went for it by gum, her welfare be damned.

'Wellllll," the drawling judge said, "you've really got her on a technicality by gum (!!!) but you can call for an INTERVENTION /-/ why who am i to stop you?"

"JUST YOUR job, the job of Justice,!''' cried Suzy and her wailing rebel gang of fine ass chefs and exquisite tailors, free throw champions, saint-embracers, .500 hitters, artifact sewers, stitchers of wisdom (perceived and at times redacted), true patriots to the one forever country The Human Heart, locksmiths and pickpockets (heroes again like the one Christmas), sweet ladies in moonlight who protect pedestrians, and other defenders of
  ----____-_______---_-_ LIBerTy with InteGrity!

(cried from a slightly different script with the customary lead-in:
   :"What can I do about it?" presumably, the original script having been lost immediately, before the first airing.)

There Is A Lie

there is a mystery,.
there is a dark sadness.,
there is a lie.

There is a tree, Let's climb
it (shall we ? we shall)

there is a sky
and we all sang it:
there is a sky


there is a sky
there is a skythere is a sky
there is a sky

there is a sky

there is a mystery,.
there is a stark madness.,
there is the sky.

the sky"
  - we all sang it

the sky"
the sky"the sky"
the sky"

There is a secret
come listen we moan


There is a secret" we moan "come listen'

"a secret
   a start's blandness
 a melodramatic demise"



But there is a tree, Let's climb
it (shall we ? we shall the sky)

We Went With It

it was a really sentimental crayola feeling but we went with it. color-kept everything within the lines but our faces. they flowed everywhere and jutted and sparked , spilled over and broke through like an autonomous heart in and betwixt all around the skeletal and beyond it. but prismatic not just red, like i said crayola.

then are argh our faces, our faces ah yeah faces are on the TV. see she says 'baby, our faces" and i agree "yeah let's always baby our faces Ooh,' and she's with:

- yes of course darling, but no i mean on the Tell-E!

and we dialed up the e-Tell, a sorta steampunk tablet that brought in broadcast signals not just via the web so yeah in truth it was the telly literally or nearly.

our faces. so that was it then, so clear that the lines were vertical, dig? so we split man (not going to wear the horizontals) right between them like we had just become famous for and then it was the twenties again - the 1920's - so we didn't stay and she went to the remix, as was her gift, and again we could dance to it. sentimental, crayola kinda cheesy dance because that was it (the holiday; i mean it was the holiday after all) right then: the mawkish embrace, the proper acceptable steps, the national raffle when we were yet again back on tv. but our faces had their way still, that was our hook. it was a good act, took us to stages all over the world, took us to the Vatican and everyone left - and still no one around. Been long enough now, we've accepted we are obliged to take charge.

True Stranger

(In celebrity news, I just happened to walk past Chloë Sevigny at the art museum and she's remarkably, strikingly beautiful - more than any art could be.)

Everyday navigating my walk through the world's ways I exchange half second glances with strangers, to avoid collision, acknowledge humanity, etc. When the stranger is famous there's an imbalance, you have some existing notion of their existence but of you they know nothing, as a stranger should.