specialty divisions of meaningless

At one time he knew.
He knew that he knew
all too well.
From the birds and the bees
to the stars in the sky.


He knew that he knew
all fine things too well.
How all machines worked
and how all was made.


At one time he knew
how all men think;
from the workers in the slums
to the ones on high times.


But eventually, he decided to
Question. To query himself
and all things great.
At that time he knew
He knew nothing at all

I gave the cashier money and a license

He with the tattoos asked if that was all.

Provide me abundance, joy, creativity!



I'll tell you about the classics.

They're riddled with the past.

Put there for future picking apart;

for picking and choosing.

Because poetry always has a reader in mind

it is impossible to portray infinity.



Yesterday was Valentine's Day--

Oh, wait, it was yesterdays previous.

Just as bees swarming from a grotto,

Jews being put in Ghetto's,

a chill in the Arctic felt by a man hoping to make a dollar--

War is dramatic.

War should be saved for theater.



All I encounter! Hearsay!

Provide me abundance, joy, creativity!

Imagination;

war should be saved for theater.

But, hey, yesterdays previous may provide another.



A constant stream of commentary from between the ears.

Buddhists have gotten something right.

Attention to attention! Rant!

"You haven't met yourself yet.

But the advantage to meeting others in the meantime is

that one of them may present you to yourself."


Fuck you. There is always a facet of ways

to define any thing.

Think about it for a second.

War is all dramatics.

You see, on drive to the mart

to pick up a pack of cigarettes,

new discoveries-
almost too grand to call useless.
holds no real intrinsic value.
wouldnt even go as far as to call it a dicovery,
or an epiphany.
time continues on.