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What Strange Times We Live In

  where “fuck you” is synonymous with “fuck me,”   when “you” is a reflection of the self and “me” is lost, rarely seen or mentioned – being too informal or perhaps not fashionable enough.   So “me” is used when necessary and never indulgently, (we do enough of that as it is) – indulgence, I mean – oh yes. Oh, yes…   yet “ego” fra(mes)(&)(its)elf, hiding between prefix and suffix, rooting a canopy of an idea in your mind.   It’s not really applicable, or compatible or even, odd, et al – and you realize that “me” is kind…

In this Vacant Room

The setting of the sun, The rising of the moon; How I want to hold you in my arms             And look upon you as you swoon.

Life as System: the Macro represented in the Micro

On the corner of Panola and Burdette there lies a quaint cafe by the name of Riccobono’s. Charging 8 bucks for a meager “two, two, three,” they run a steep risk and what’s more interesting, I’ve yet to ever see a black person working in the front of house. Upon entering I was met by the cold eyes of a murderous grip of elderly waitresses. As they peered into me over their wireframe spectacles, I greeted them with a hearty, somewhat biding “Hel-looo” and let it ring out across the dining hall. I strolled up to the register, proceeded to…

strengths weaknesses opportunities threats

this expiration date not yet decided. this system not yet subverted.   this lover not yet acclimated. this tension not yet resolved…   …twenty one years ignorant …twenty one years liberated   I struggle with accountability. I free myself through language.   I push through silence, I’d carry your cross…

Look Past It

Grow into your body, anxiety fades away   (“Kobe!”)   Here look, take notes. I too annotate “Constant Pursuit, Life don’t Stop” “Constant Pursuit” that’s the mission Yea we don’t stop, fuck an acid drop   (“whoa bro everything’s going guacamole”) [mockingly]   Yessir, I becomes we as they stare down what stands in-between– Like fallen angels, they become their idols; like He rocks the boat and She cackles Like He wants Her in His shackles, and She wants Him so they welcome the spirit who knocks, coughs and brings hell when these rotten thoughts go HAM and run rampant…

Pulled From the Ether

Claim no knowledge I claim no knowledge Like these things I speak of Exist only when my mind’s free of   (Despair, denial, doubt gifted from Belial) (Despair, denial, doubt gifted from Belial)   Bars I have not though this speaker still knocks Like this cadence perfectly sync’s with the clock A profession pardoned by fruits forbidden Words turning as I burn this zoot Thoughts churning, rhymes I split in two And again here we are   (Despair, denial, doubt gifted from Belial) (Despair, denial, doubt gifted from Belial)   (“Slip into the Sound”) (“Slip into the Sound”) (“Smoke this…

Doth I Dream?

Thus acknowledged what cruel truth knowledge brings, Of pearly white teeth and linen frocks, Of your golden locks, my heart doth sweetly sing. your smile reminds me of most clear-minded thought, Awaken, Awaken, Calls Raven, Caws Crow–   for through my pupils, It’s beak doth ween. Spoken now, incantations of Hope, doth I dream.  

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Change, I think Deltas, right?   I’ve been sitting At this desk For hours   Writing and planning and writing plans for more planning…   Startup company meeting Ended at 6:00 PM So I sat and stretched   Intermittently, stopping to check my phone or walk around…   Yet just now, after 6 hours of sitting, stretching, planning, writing about planning, writing about writing plans,   my foot glosses over a protractor, a mathematical practical delta   A change.   So I scratch my Mosquito bites, dumbfounded, because   why, now, do I stumble upon the protractor…the delta   as…