an anatomy of the meatball – the dialectic of bread and butter
two sides – one reflection
and the desire is to see what is behind the curtain.

losing faith is a cause for concern.
and Freud finally met his Moses on the other side.
and Zarathustra had nothing to say

we are united by the marching step of cattle, and not by our super ego.
searching for rubies with a candle in the corners,
but find only bread crumbs.

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an introspection

so we lived
and we laughed
and we cried

and our heads were aslant
and our smiles were wry
and our eyes were impudent and dry

and all our limbs, were not our limbs
and all our thoughts were prosthetic

so we lived
and the serpent was naked too

and my baggy pants were the witnesses to the trespass
and all the sand from sand-clocks won’t be enough
to bury our guilt

and the Death has forsaken us
in our castles of dirt


and Joseph became second to the Pharaoh
and the father has found his son

and the Messiah is waiting by the gates of the City
with his lepers

so we lived

a sentient

I almost failed to remember
my obligation to see myself
withdrawing from my mental exile
in a self induced coma.

a State of the Union
Pharaoh’s Dance.

All buses are sponsored
and waiting under the bridge
away from the Eye of the Beholder
away from the Thunderstorm of Hail and Fire.

The path to the dystopian future
is laid out through the parting of mind.

(Sea of Reeds)

Don’t jest and perform miracles
while stuck in limbo
frozen in salto mortale
over abyss of self awareness.