Lost brothers found
Family reunions
through symbol and icon
Divergent paths crossing
in small world places

We trace it all back
to smaller times
Situations and contexts
we shared in common
Permanent teeth records and scars

Memories of specifications
faded and blurred
Tales customized
to fit present schema
Everybody was there

Fragments that remain
Breadcrumb trails (of)
archeological data
fill enough pieces
revealing puzzle image


Performative Arts
Life has always been performance
Everybody knows this (to degrees we do)
But what still perplexes
Is the composition of audience

Is Audience necessary
Can we be our own
What is not performance
Who is not audience

Existence has always been performance
Mine being the most (boring and ignored)
Which is fine since I am audience
Which is not since you are missing the show

Performance is a function
Of locus of audience
Both actor and other
Only to self-amuse


Don Day 2

Everything's Going to be Everything

Make Take
If I’m not making
I’m most certainly taking
And the other way ‘round

One and done
Tell me when it can be over
I have had my hey days

If I’m not making it
I’ll definitely be taking it
Vice versa here as well

I’ve built it all up
Someone will tear it all down
No donkeys, no, no towns

If I couldn’t make it
I surely had to take it
Flipping that works

This life is short
And getting shorter
Maybe this is the best



Maybe this period in history will ultimately
best serve to publicly expose the very
worst of the worst [so that we can easily
identify candidates for reeducation camp]

If this is not it then maybe the next
[extreme] pendulum swing will be the
last one [of my life] that finally lands us
in a more comfortable place for most

One can paint themself into corners or
one can be painted into corners maybe
offense balances defense [like in optical
illusions] catalyst and reaction confusion

Maybe this era will be remembered
as just bad plotting like when it was
all just a dream or having another baby
because the ratings [have started to dim]

What is maybe the most important lesson
[and measurable outcome] is the degree
to which individuals will or have changed
for the better or changed for the worse


Four Prompts: Milgram
Please continue the bit

The show requires you continue

It is absolutely essential that you perform

You have no other choice, you must go on

Ghost Town Ghost
this is a town

this is a good town

i am a ghost

this is a ghost town

i am the ghost

i am the good ghost

this is the town

i am the town ghost



What is art?

Desperation flop sweat pheromones
Descriptive moral relativism

Who owes whom?

An actual magnetism of sorts
So safe now where once at least
There were questions of danger

What is owed?

As I see it
My mission is to do
Exactly what it is I am doing

When is it art?

The hierarchy of greatness
Of all the club members
I am the least

What is next?


Henry 3

Relevant Pairing I

Relevant Pairing II


Glory of Love
I have been to America and America
loves me the way America always has

A day that began on odd notes
only continues to deeply satisfy

There is a certain perverse satisfaction
from both the predicted and the surprise

Elements of situations that determine
the size and shape of our memories

As much as I have always tried
I cannot be anything other than this

It has never really been about the win
but how much impact on reshaping the game


the question recently arose
about thresholds and impacts
How do we know?
When do we know-know?

i, for one, am hesitant to ask
appearances being what they are
where i have to play the one
with more answers than questions

that thing i said about loneliness
it’s not what i meant
but, still, i might actually
outlive all the other ones

an ambitious agenda
never to go to waste
as our most liberal president
the king of the americas

it’s never over until
they shut the lights & locks the doors
When do we know?
How do we know-know?


Torture Confessions
What is the promise of America?
What is the purpose of et cetera?
Revelation that we are not who we
believed ourselves to be (anymore)
Instead we are dirtier creepier afraid

This thing we are all having tug of war
“Flag Feelings” over is nothing more
(than) smoke and mirrors on a poll

In an era – at a time – in an age
where truth will never again exist
An extinction missed by even the experts
during the Torture Confessions

Honesty is sedition
Inclusion is Rebellion
Innocence will not be tolerated

While there is power in numbers
only the individual can unlock absolution
Out there are only the questions
In here is the answer key
But you will be expelled for cheating

The Consequences of Freedom
Point and laugh and never stop
The emperor stands naked before us
Vainglorious compensation manifestations
to dismiss and ignore from superior vantages
Heap upon thee ridicule by the shovelful
And resist even the ostensibly conciliatory
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear

The falsest of flags the fakest of news
Wither before the goldenest of rules
Vertices of lies webs of insanity
Eleven September and sniper guys
Continue to survive and survive to continue
We have all the power
How come we never talk anymore?