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Profundity is not my strength; I bark out weakling raves, And like a partisan I sneer At peacock-feathered knaves. I'm easily derailed and roiled ..

(Written on the morning after Election Day, 2020.) ’Twas a squeak, not a roar-- Though it oughta been more, We will take our delights where..

They hoot in the vale: ha-HOO, ha-HOO! What prey are they tracking Behind the cliff faces Of human dwellings, Beyond the streetlights And down th..

They're all afraid to scratch the surface, Afraid to gaze upon the substrate stripped of glaze. I have a pack of printed cards, The type one ord..

So many one-player games to amuse us, So many arm's-length social apps, Tee-vee dinners and serial programs, Movies on disks and vids on demand. I..

It's especially hard To feel excited About Friday night out When you sit alone At one's two-drink minimum Funeral parlor. The grain's been reape..

The boy in the basement Is no longer a man. Haven't seen him in ages, A whole triple-year span, But I hear he's regressed Back to embryo-hood, P..

To prepare: Chew on some blue, grapefruit-flavored bonbons, Sour motes that adhere to the nooks of your molars. Rinse out the doll baby bottle and ..

To ask to be loved Is a colossal demand. (Perhaps too great to ask at all!) This is not the palsied sort of love Bracketed in ironic quotation mar..

In the fullness of time I will stabilize, I will find my proper orbit Among the gassy giants. Once in place and with a sense of purpose, I will s..