Ceteris Paribus Hangs From My Wall and My Heart

Image

Now

Show this

Violet class your

heart and lobby,

your quilt and

guilty smile

and drifter’s flee.

Two cursed words,

ceteris paribus,

hang from my wall,

and breath deep

within my darkened lungs 

that pump thin blood.

In, out, about

and there

and here and

such to the repeated

shuffle and

its chords.

Comparison

fairs only in some wild

unbegotten

of its own accord.

To finally leave Gustav Klimpt’s 

obsession behind,

swinging original outlet,

and known

successful score.

Get ready,

get rested,

you’re gonna go far kid.

Very, very far.

An Ambiguous Personal Truth : Part V

No innocence

was left behind

So clear such a

head

of such trifles.

Another of a nature

and part or

a generation

can’t stop

of a world

and wave

all a part of a

wave of a

a shock and

an awe

and a place and a way

and as always

it goes on.

All this and still no return

and no soul

in a 21st century mind.

6/30/11

An Ambiguous Personal Truth : Part IV

Don’t Believe far away and a false background

other premise

Divided  but don’t forget,

this is one

and it was

always the centuries.

Now a natural cinema

and its human circulation,

From calculation

and exact fiction,

and only thanked.

Grateful but only

thanked only

treated and

retreated

and treated again

in this words clear

and monstrosity.

Humor and parchment

and other otherwise

irrelevant words.

What is in the distance?

Except something unwanted,

or feared, only

feared.

And as always

given away.