I am a backdoor Mantis,

the people I know,

don't give a damn
and eat their lovers heads

He's a Wilberforce man

signed his own death warrant,

such is the gage of death, or

the devil's metaphysic.

hot trumps, hot suites, hot turnips, hot roots

hot sheets, hot toots, hot teats, hog rats

Im a back door mannequin, the

big whorehouses don't understand

but the the little girls prance 
after Mantis 

Because your father's love

eats you

because you drown your misery

in wine and french fries

We are all skeletons

and our flesh suddenly

gets tired of hugging the bone

Their heads follow their hearts &

their hearts are frequently misled.

their hearts..

follow their heads

and their heads..

are frequently misled.

Predators will put you out of

your misery,

humans will want to enslave you

She may wish to talk about

science

she don't know about religion,

God knows if shes heard of the

Cuban revolution

Disbelieving is for people

who fear death:

It is the expression of that fear.

Because the atheist is

looking to be free of the fear;

atheism is a faith that fear could be

overcome, but never feeling

it is overcome.

The fear of death is fear of nature;

fear is due to the separation from nature.

Chess is the will of the universe,

Unlike bland half-hearted  
sacramentalism in politics.

Greed is a freedom,

free-will to do wrong.

The moon is not a lie and

is not dead.

It is all we live for, spiritually

and materially.

The moon is a mercurial

mystery
striding upon silver clouds

Mocking all clear thought

and achievement. 

New Man Rotten hat

I met a desultory daydreamer,
Explicitly said out loud

he wasn't a fake
With an internet hotspot 
Bigger than a great lake
They took me to a new church
And baptized me with gibberish
She told me, "liquorice"
I am a new man.

Pleistocene Breakout

God does not exist !

you hear them crying

and they are not wrong.
But, as we suspected all along,


We do.



To Be


is different than

To Exist

– in the Latin etymology –

Exist comes from
Ex-Sistus,
the thing that gets out of


The (one who) is


/the one who sits (literal)



We emerge


from some
womb immanent


Ultimately,
like a
firmament,


Vastness that is

Like a skyline viewed

from the middle of the sea

or off the top of a mountain,


unbeknownst


to those in the valley

Thorns and manure

Old tree trunks in the desert
barefoot on the heath

Bleeding claret

on the clean cut
lawns

moody mouldy melodies,
resonant and groovy

Napoleon stands,

with unwashed hands

road full of

detritus and corngold

warriors and geniuses

amphetamine bulldog

roadbuilding

God is old fashioned.  

Grief is old fashioned.  

The world is old fashioned. 

Cosmic laws, whatever they are, 
don't do whatever they want.

disasters happen.  

What we do here matters somewhere else.