Belittling a bitterly failed infatuation:

you despise yourself
for having fallen into it -
but you did not fall:
you jumped for joy.
And now you ken
that you would be no wiser now
if you had not been hopeful then.

Eugene O'Neill

(a great American playwright)
wrote:
"Man is born broken
and lives by mending."
But the opposite is more true:
we are born as whole as we can be
and are systematically dismantled.

Machismo for the English :

kicking
Alan Bennett
in the balls.

What will eradicate us

and save what is left
of the planet
will not be a
wild virus -
but a tame one.

The Hunting Instinct

and the Orgasmic Imperative
may explain why men
pursue to the bitter end.

Innocence

is sensibility -
not ignorance.

The café of Lost Innocence

is beside
the nursery-school.

It's easier

to be a Nobody
than a Somebody.
And when we're dead
we're all nobodies.

On the postcard

I wrote:
Be patient - things
will turn out OK.

But to whom
shall I address it ?

The dry clay ?

You are probably

a nothing
and a nobody like me,
out at sea.

I am because
you are
and I don't
know who
you are.

It is a blessing

to gain the hate
of the hateful

who are legion.

I cannot promote myself

because I am both more
and less than self.

Life is too short

to worry about life
being too short.

Too many good things

happen to
bad people.

The most attainable happiness

is to be happy
not to be happy.

Fear of Falling

Great is my
danger of
being pushed into
a category.

The world is my walrus

(and no Carpenter)
- chaosmotic.

A Poet

The unappreciated
unremembered
stench of honesty
seeped from his pen.

In the Beginning

was no word.
For words
are outcry
of absence.

Sick civilisation

praises every talent
except
the talent to be harmless.

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Lophophora

On planet Bed
I am a pre-Columbian
flat-earther.

Education

acts on the mind of a child
as a virus does
to a computer.

Do they not know

that a man's soul
is in his beard -
his visiopilation
- and that those who shave
are in sore
need of salvation ?

Self-delusion

feels
really
good

Do they not know

that a woman's soul
is in her armpit -
her axillipilation
- and that those who shave
are in sore
need of salvation ?

Wholesome Exuberance

At Trimalchio's Feast
a phallic pudding
ejaculated saffron custard
when caressed.

Civilisation seems to be

the ever-increasing micro-management
of everybody's lives.

On the Planet of the Hypocrites

the News King
pulls the strings
of kings