the worst of my faults is a certain impatient gaiety of disposition

I’m trying to pass the man
in the superheated tent
with my life; then all goes hazy

so I go on a long vacation
close my eyes and sway
to the state of my mouth –

I want an immediate physical effect
a tactile, meaningful response –
but the weather has been

like a part of us left outside
and the moisture of some old sin
has grown too cold.

Sigh. And I know that this is only
a bovine volume –
but we all like that from time to time, don’t we?

Made with Gnoetry. Source texts: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, various MDMA experiences as reported on


Christmas Day with a Grumpy Iconoclast

A lipogram to unwrap that Christmas spirit in us all.

I wish you wouldn’t ask
But if you must
This is my philosophy:

To gift-wrap this cosmos with a God is vital
So that our mortal configurations
Do not cry out in fright

But this sparkling pink foil is too much
And I told you last Christmas
I abhor ribbons.