July 10, 1:11pm The rain in pain falls mostly on the strains which I am only saying because I can. oh elocution. 'Pain in the body becomes poetic only after it has waned enough that you have breath to say: Pain is poetic… The giddiness of having less pain may drive you to drink or worse, to rhyme. Pain unveils hidden cities that occupy desert bodies - and then, I asked myself, where are you going to live? what street, what sinew?' [from Sinew] This is what comes from making faces at tyrants...

july 4 state of the union, take one tyranny is a tinny sound that the orange fellow makes in front of reflecting pools wah wah wah which is wail in English but in Urdu, it's what you say two times when the poet just kills it. tyranny is talking ourselves out of remembering we are also the wild dark ones made of mystery following our gut and smells of other animals in caves highways byways bus stops We have lost our animal selves, ceded the cave for the picket fence, lost the howl, the sharp...

June 29, 2026 these are not the droids you've been looking forbut they arrived anyway as branch as tree as darkAsk a river and it will tell you that the eyes lost it at twelve the first sight of star wars in a boarding school auditorium on VHS no less the only thing I saw clearly were the shining eyes of the sand people glinting red and those two suns he longed for at sunset longing longing yearning yearning elsewhere came ~ prelude to starry starry future river episode one:what is your given...