Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.

Two onyxes atop another out where the witch frolics, the signal clear, it rang through my throat so loudly I frightened myself:

S, I gotta tell you, this sixty-five cents is worse than a lump of coal. I pray the remover of obstacles

There was on my property an old gnarled stump, it was weathered and hardened, It was aesthetically pleasing as d… but I decided to take it to a spec…

Praise those who sit and wait for nothing. Who sit still and know they are owed nothing. On the mat each inhalation

Nine times out of ten, it’s a demon you’re seeing, not an angel. They have all kinds of disguises, I know-I know,

Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift

Yes, it’s a famous song— “Unbroken Chain” by the Grateful Dead, a good band name as an aside,

Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,

The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.

A Sacred Site is the ultimate emblem, a trophy of the horizon’s finitude… No better a final gate, no more wiser a runway,

Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice

I hear now a raucous party in the… Recognizable party tracks fun and… Laughter, joviality, intoxication… An early advent of unseasonal heat and the moment of festival and mat…