10/10/2025

Di, coeptis! Di, coeptis!

The ransom I’m bound to

won’t leave me be or let me a night’s rest.

Rivers of stones flowing and crashing

through everything in their path–

get the hell out of the way.

There are so many faces in this world

it must be impossible to see them all

and find a good way to describe them all

and the places and bodies they occupy

like counting hairs on your own head.

The Lions and Tigers are roaring again

if you haven’t heard,

but life is a lesson on pragmatism 

and one should never be afraid

to stab a meat thermometer into 

a fat cut of boneless skinless chicken breast

before sinking their teeth into it. 

The space-time continuum 

flows in a southeastern direction 

and thoughts are often shaped like wired

cages of red filament constantly breaking

which you’d know if you

Danced among Machine Thunder but

I imagine I have nothing much to say

of much importance to much of anyone–

the universe is a big wiggling animal

and God loves you

if that helps.