Sanity

(in its complexity)
is much more inexplicable
than madness
in its simplicity.

SPAM FROM CHINA

Update your penis.
Replay your feels.

The first miracle

is birth
or breaking out of the egg.
The second miracle
is male erection
especially a mule's.
The last miracle is
death.

Add worship
to miracle
and you get
deceit everlasting.

Conformity

is a sad substitute
for personality.

I don't find

that my socks smell worse
on the twentieth day of wearing
than they did on the first.

MONEY

You can make a market
out of anything:
love, justice, beauty, tragedy,
faith, hope and charity.

Over half of the world's water

is squandered
by a single species.

If I have said it before

I really do not care:
civilisation, it seems to me,
is just a dancing bear.

Indian Classical Music :

the transcendental
fulcrum
between the ephemeral
and the
ineffable.

Meat bleeds

the unsayable
unsaid.

Religion :

just the politics
and economics
of superstition.

It is harrowing

how people leave
forced pot-plants
to die in graveyards.

Agapé and Eros :

reliable
and
unreliable.

The village knows

when I get up
because my shutters
squeak.

Capitalism

is a system wherein those who are active
constantly try to cheat each other
and those who are passive.

If this really is the least-bad system we can devise,
we are less intelligent than dogs or rabbits.

In the politics of Rights

the loudest and richest
always win.

When you think about it,

it's a little sad to enjoy
something more
when you share it
with another.

Homo Sapiens:

Great intelligence.
Little empathy.

The creativity

of appreciating creativity
is uncreatively
unappreciated.

Just how 'evolved'

and superior
is our abuse
of our 'superiority' to Nature ?

Surely not.

Is the constant noise
of people talking
any more
than noise ?

Loneliness

is brought by words
and taught by language.

Because humans live

like humans
inhumanely,
animals can't live
as animals.

Stupidity

constantly
re-invents
itself

calling itself
intelligence.

Yesterday

- was I the only person in the world
eating cherries, drinking Gaillac
while listening to Schnittke's
3rd quartet ?

The last people

that a true poet wants to meet
are other poets - whether true or false;
which is why so few true poets
go to poetry festivals.

God and Satan

- a gay marriage
made in Heaven ?

Perhaps the worst

thing that can befall a writer
is to be published.

There are simply not enough

eccentrics.