In days gone by we said you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink In these more opportune times it’s widely understood that

Of course, the west Still thinks it’s the best And in the postmodern west The best is the worst Which is all well and good

I’ve always been more interested in who wrote the book of self-love

The male gaze sees all or nothing unless it’s blindfolded– then it sees both

Everyone has a gift in life and mine is knowing exactly how much I can bid in a silent auction without winning

At judgment day they put the brief in debriefing by getting right to the point: You could have made a difference– Did you?

At the risk of defeating myself I’ll say it in vain: Love and aggression are sutured by pain making war and peace

When my dog gives me that knowing… I don’t know what she knows I only know that she knows Who I’m fooling And it isn’t her

Peanut butter’s not very good by itself but chocolate is Because I’m not very religious it’s important for me

When I was a young man I couldn’t see the forest for the trees Now that I am old and wise I can’t see the forest

The cover-up is always worse when there’s no crime

But surely, you’ve noticed by now That all progress is incremental Across increments of time Because all progress is time-bound And the unfolding of time

The never-ending apocalyptic refra… may just be yet another version of death’s denial: The world must be ending

By preserving crucial memories Your amygdala prepares for the fut… Through understanding the past By digging strategic memory holes The internet controls the present

When you come in peace I fall to pieces And then collect myself For the gathering storm