words of a people aligned in their perfect order
During Breakfast I discover that New Zealand grows some pretty terrific apples.
it’s taste is as there were thousands of tiny dancers on my tongue all exploding in champagne bliss.
The New Zealand Fuji certified organic must be the gift of gods to man in terms of gifts of apples and as far as that can go to curry our favor.
PISS OFF
ya know, I
don’t want this to be a
tit for tat kind of thing, but,
it’s been bugging me lately.
I mean to say that I am
not losing sleep, but,
what in the hell have I
done to put you off?
there are a myriad of ways
that I could have or might have
or probably have or what have you. what?
but but but there is not
enough information in this
equation to sum it. so,
just tell, spill, let it be known,
there may be apology, there may not,
there may be a laugh. what motivates people
always makes me laugh, or cry, or cringe, or
just be open mouth surprised but normally
the laughter takes over, as motivation is
mostly funny in a funny way for funny sake,
but, back on point; the plot now needs to have
resolution and you need to allow the – it – to
see light and maybe get a little water.
there may, after all, be a little sympathy.
or
or
or
just fuck it,
burn the letters.
kiss off, piss off, but,
give my love to your wife.
– Hoc Scripsi
old poem. More than ten years and written before the most beautiful woman took up residence in my heart and head. K., the one who accepted and encouraged, breathed life into my poetry and being, who to this day fills me with love and makes it easy to get out of bed, makes it easy to get into it as well.
So, this was written at a particular low moment in life where I was the next to wander out of the hotel. Take it as you wish, no flash photography please.
All the beautiful
women have
left my
hotel.
All the beautiful
women have
left my hotel.
All the beautiful women
have left
my hotel.
– Hoc Scripsi
There are some days when I just don’t have it in me to bring it out. Not to say that there isn’t ideas or thoughts but to say that I don’t really want to lay these out on a table to be seen. Some days the cards are best left in the deck.
I want to see a bull gore a toreador.
I only ever pray when an
ambulance goes by
other wise,
I don’t believe.
it’s madness but
why can’t it be cancer?
something nice and clean?
I hope this made you spill your tea.
– Hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 