the longer, and harder, one tries to defend one's religion,
the more likely one will end up as an apostate.

how far into utter darkness can you see
are you seeing all the way to the distant infinite
or is sight shortened by a wall, mentally constructed

where is the center of your conscious being
navel, chest, between the eyes, the genitals
can you get there
or only name it

where do you experience thirst
the tongue, the throat,
or in the spontaneous thought "I am thirsty"

how do you mentalize colors
is blue to you the same as blue to me
maybe green is blue if I were you
and green is gray to someone else

seems my mojo,
a peripatetic little scallywag,
has gone on a walkabout

I was not invited
nor informed

BAD MOJO!

what can one do?
leash laws are immoral

let me intrude upon your thoughts for a bit

Why?

because sometimes mine are better than yours!

for instance,
you read a book, or a poem,
or listen to a lecture
and then you supposedly think about it
right?

yet,
you miss the point
often
don't sense the essence
or the vector
to what are they pointing?

your conclusions,
so quickly drawn,
so cut and dry,
are seen as too mundane to require a slow seep into the bone
thereby, foresaking truly new awarenesses

slow down

as the night came
the stars seemed more brilliant
like an electric bouquet at the top of my head.

seeped in crystal spring clarity,
I stared wide eyed and breathless
into boggling beauty

and I laughed
at my heretofore
spectacular misunderstandings

gothic geeks
geeky goths
no difference
same as nerds
take my word
not my preference
from what I've heard

in their defense:

escapism
pure alluring fakism
taken to the absurd

the young wear it well
a school of cool
but on old guys and broads
simply strange hellish ghouls

but, hey!
who am I to judge?
just 'cause I don't want to join any club
especially one that would have me
and other "me styled" schlubs

I search for raw elegance
a fluid undressing of thought
irreducible essence

alive with beauty, clarity, and charm
colorful without discoloration
sophistication sans sophistry

others have found it

an honest heart
worn on Versace sleeves

Hallmark/Madison exploit
calender celebrations
I take no part in these ritualized markers
of "so what" events on
just another day on planet earth

we are gifted with spontaneous joy
every morning
don't leave it under the pillow
wear it as a banner
make a parade

the only real holiday is called
"today"

I dig graves
with pick and shovel
and fits of deranged imagination

from sun-up
every day
'til darkness hovers my shoulders

then, spooked
I scoot
quick as a chicken in the thistles

my invented stories
(I don't whistle)
scare me stupid and spry

my knack for the macbre
may be unmatched

I'm a really creepy guy

writing
using no cliches
is like speaking
using no contractions
very unnatural
a stumbling point for all
this is where talent comes to play

practice
makes
presentable
(for most)
excellence
(from few)

perfection is literally
out of the question
(in these matters)

thank you
and
have a nice day!