if the truth hurts

then lies engender disgust

I find scribbles like that everywhere in my wrioting on random pages that Ive turned on end

on their sides winding a line through them like a supple snake off an inspired  a long ago image

of a sidewinders tracks on a white desert dune

I should stop it

I confuse myself

I find palimpsest and illegible words

I find random historical names and places with no thought accounting why I wrote them at all

some pages are like tilted headstones in an overgrown outoftheway graveyard

I Should stop it

but I like the Confusion

I like the Discovery again

the illbred thoughts and inanity

a buggered imagination stinking of booze crawling on all fours out of an alley under a disconsolate moon

mi confesion

borisvian 

truce on drugs

mercedes

“memory believes before knowing remembers”

                                                                          I know thats Faulkner

it wouldnt be anyone other than Faulkner

prescience  draws a blank

0049,  Wednesday,  28  11. 12

Today there was a Daily Kos post:

                                                                       "Want a raise? Wash your vagina."

Yes  yes yes   Yes I understand the nature of hooks . .  and without even going to read

the article I fashioned a rejoinder in my head

                                                                                     Want a raise? Wash your vagina   

said one of the Bosses who typically fondles his cock at the urinal and then hasnt the common decency to wash his hands before leaving the bathroom

You show me a suit  a businessman  inevitably  after zipping up his pants hes out the door

Ya know Busy busy busy

Lets shake on the deal

   

Im probably just a feminist at heart

2133,  Thursday,  8  1. 15

Originally posted Thu Aug 26, 2010 at 10:41 AM PDT @ Palate Press: The Online Wine Magazine

Evil

what is unconscionable Evil

 

it is not Incarnated nor bears a human beings name

despite

            their despicable actions

by uttering Evil

Religion is invoked

                      seemingly to cover ones secular ass  Gods Will is readily accepted

perhaps to exceed Mans craven cowardice  his lack of spine

so Evil --  lurking and preying  --  is ascendant and evermore the Suspect

thereby relieving people of finding fault

staring back at them in their mirrors

relieving them of their culpability

excusing them

                         with the Excuse of Evil

until such time the Jokers are removed from the deck of cards we are playing

They will be the queer spirits in what otherwise should be a game of Stud

2125,  Moanday,  17  12. 12