What’s the point of love?

You’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

I guess I’m getting tired of living.

I used to enjoy my imagination.

Now I’m just sad all the time.

Dreading the Fall.

I can feel time passing.

I am a transient human.

Dogs and cats don’t question meaning, even though they have curiosity.

It’s the questioning.

What’s the point? All will be revealed soon enough.

Surrendering yourself: It was always happening.

Does this long goodbye make us human?

Why don’t I feel like I’m going home?

Is the fight worth it?

Was love?

Loving the fight? Fighting the love?

A mirror of words.

The day is born, the day dies.

The night is long.

My eyes are lamps.

They shed no light.

And I no longer reach for those stars.

Tonight, I reach for the stairs.

Farewell, fond memories,

Still smoldering.

I can’t carry you up any farther.

Your gravity stoops my shoulders

Into the emptiness of inner space.

I know why the coyote howls at the light of the distant passing moon;

Why the dog howls at the sound of the distant passing train;

I chew my bones and howl to God.

Pass the leftovers; ham and turkey.

I am a cannibal.

I will ascend to the gallows cross, pierced and punctuated.












The old man sits and stares down at his shoes.







The advertisement ends and the old man shakes his lowering head.

A distant train proclaims its burden to the night.



An automobile is approaching rapidly.

In an instant the old man is transfixed in the headlights.

The police car screeches to a sliding halt.


The street echoes.

“Dad! You scared the shit out of us!”

“We’ve been looking for you for three days!”













Dare to be happy as I am
Peanut butter and pumpkin jam
Ember and ash
The world is toast
You’re still the one I love the most
Hear rebelling dust assert
Leave to my shadow the nap in dirt,
Flowers and rust,
A dreamer awakes
You and I are all it takes
Pumpkin jam and peanut butter
Lick my lips, let us mutter
Out of mind
Out of sight is where we find
Peanut butter and pumpkin jam
Sweetly spread together cram
Into a flutter
Pumpkin jam and peanut butter

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I should not have been born.

It be twenty years of an earlier time our Pilgrim Fathers lead our families to this new world.

Seeking to preserve us midst wickedness that is England, our Fathers put faith into God’s Hands and sailed their congregation of five score souls hither on a sea of troubles.

Forced by the elements to avoid their true destination in the Virginia Colony, it was God’s Will that we settle here the wilderness of Cape Cod Bay.

Half of our good Pilgrim founders died that first bitter frigid winter.

It was then my mother dishonored our Pilgrim Fathers. She sought warmth in dark sinful embrace, she did so confess, darkening the pious light from our spiritual City Upon A Hill.

Our good General Court did decree my mother’s chastening and penance ‘ere I was born. As constant admonishment I was to be named, as I am, “Illycit”.

I was verily conceived of that bitter cold.

It so be seventeen years of an earlier time my mother brought me into this world.

I have always been shunned by my good peers as thus wisely instructed by their good mothers.

I have so borne my repentant mother’s punishment as she had so borne me into life.

I have seen her tears of anguish that she did give me such of her life, this dowry of sin.

At night often do I come here and in my soundless spirit follow along yon moonlight road upon dark water.

Pray pardon me to have been startled by your approach, good Pilgrim.

I have not noticed you in town likely for my head is often bowed.

I am unworthy for your company, young Brother Clemence. You are kind. Know ye, your presence is sweet water to my parched soul.

I am so bleak. Do not depart me just yet. Remain yet a while hence.

I have always drawn much solace from our honorable visits though I dread what might bethought of our innocent unchaperoned assignations.

It is your honor at risk, good Clemence. My honor has been denied me summarily by decree.

I fear I shall enter and dwell in the allegorical pig and drown, only in loneliness.

Clemence! Harken that! Who goes there?
Clemence, hide thee!

The Constable! And goodwives of the colony!

How fare ye this night, all?

What say? The Devil? I am no foul witch! I spoke not to the Devil this night!

Unhand me, please!

All is innocence!

Since you demand, it was good and honorable Brother Clemence offering me mere words of kindly Christian consolations. He took charitable mercy upon this sinner.

What say ye? Why do ye mock my humble testament?

Say ye all? There is no Clemence who habits our colony?

I swear a good Christian Clemence heard my prayers and came to me! Not the cruel and foul Devil! I could not be so fooled!

Pride? I am already cursed with sin?

You have known me! I show ye penance each day!

You would murder me by fire! I am not a witch! I am not a witch! Dear God of Mercy Who is my fair witness! I am not a witch!

Clemence! Clemence! Show yourself! In God’s Name I pray thee! I see you in my mind! I do verily!

What? You all see? What?

Now I do see there too! A star falls from heaven! No! It be a wandering star, not the Devil! Not the Devil falling to earth!

I am doomed, merciful God! With that Sign You have sentenced me to fire!

Thus does Your Infinite Wisdom set me free of this world that wants me not.

Oh, Wandering Star, for whom the gloom of utter darkness has been reserved forever, Clemence! Kind Clemence, will you be there for my lonely purified soul?