I Am ORGANIC MANKinetic Masculinity scalp to plantar No Fucking chipsI Heathen is my attitudeOccupation…
If only this solitary window pane could keep me company.
While we play cantor’s tracks over metronome rails.
From Hudson to the Laurentians.
Let us read tehilim
🔊Audio available
I miss simplicity
Record stores
Normal Weed
Virgin water
Divine Imperfect women
I am a transactional man.
I barter a business suit for the slight tickle between the rooster’s legs.
Pike toppled on Juneteenth
Charged protesters were dogmatic in seeing his descent
I was a-moral and curious
I am in the barnyard hiding from imperial mustaches and pig skinned helmets.
The macher-ocracy, drunk off slivovitz,
Smells white pale air.
Creative reflectionists from
DC, MD, AND VA
tell the stories from the past to
the present — future
of how Washington D.C.
transitioned to
MONOLITH 202
A poem made from subject lines in my Inbox at the beginning of the COVID pandemic in New Jersey. March — April 2020.