Poetry

Four governments walk into a bar. Nature says she has been, “…and always will be”. Man over men says, “…but further through me.” Religion claims, “…and I above all of these.” Man, alone… …says nothing, orders a drink, drinks it, and leaves. None or all agree. The punch line… …escapes me.

This is NOT your father’s Perry Como… Did your father have a Perry Como? So, you’re saying…oh…he didn’t… …hmmmm… Well… You know what…I don’t think this IS a Perry Como… … …um… … NO! It IS a PERRY COMO! It may not…um… …it may not be…not YOUR father’s Perry Como…but… …oh…god damn it… I’m Thomas […]

Plaid White Laminate Lard Typecast in textbooks A silky circular creamy scar Turn the fire on Turn the fire on Turn the fire on Orange fuzzy partitions Dividing departments The precipice tipped off A tick to a tick Words take their form A memorial carved into Our Plaid White Laminate Lard

From the highest hill…lies the valley. For all you can see…the sea is still vast. And yet the question remains: where was it that you stepped last? Long and hard—the die long cast—you’ve traveled many lands, wore all the shades of grey, and although the creator you are, it still remains as much a mystery […]