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Here in the town of the common and the good,
only the flashes reach us. There’s no thunder
rumble, no sound to savor, no low music
to score the out-of-favor soul. No, first
it’s the din, carried air away east, then rain
broken in waves on main street curbs
where urges are nearly two blocks long.
Homines urbis mundi,
park in the lines [...]

“It was intelligence and nothing else that had to be opposed.” – Søren Kierkegarrd
The wind is against me
on my pedaled way to work.
A bus almost clips me
cutting in to its shelter at the curb.
A Benz would prefer to run the light
and me over to waiting one second more.
The finger inside shows off its white
length [...]

Alert as the light that changes color
with the weather atop the building
some mistake as electric, we’re mingling
our blood and juices without the dolor
that ought accompany a great big age
of disease. We are lovely here and welcome
the change we bring to each brown room.
In the phone booth, we tear our pages
from the musclebound book, feeding each
to [...]

Unreal, maybe.
But every city
implies its opposite
and there are no yeomen here
in frontier blue overalls
raising corn
or the dead.

You can take our humor. But you can never take… our BILE!!!!!
And thus, we charge into the work day. Painted kill face. Screaming.

He wasn’t wealthy, but he was rich in dietary fiber.

When surrounding conditions cease to surprise, you’ve gotta make your own. Try not to be bitter from the effort.

By means. And, end.

A trial. Kafkan by nature.

Words excite.
Communication tires.