words of a people aligned in their perfect order
I’ve never been worth much.
not even to those who call
me friend or lover. once,
I was worth more dead than alive.
this isn’t too odd, tho it is
strange, in that, I had no
life insurance at the time.
now that I do, I expect to be
killed at any moment.
– 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 mailman arrives
(picking up and
leaving bills letters
or circulars always addressed
to resident)
and departs
escaping my observation
– Hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 