Fever in My Pocket

The fever is the soul, the pocket is the world, and me is not I am. The fever is us all, the pocket is you and I, and me is us all.
Enjoy poetics, stories, songs, and reflections via the immediate experience of a rambling representation of all that is beatific in our galaxy’s dharmic orbit. Embrace the fever, check the pockets, and let’s get lost in surreality of reality.

The Law of Parsimony

Can’t stop I can’t stop The road is the demon deity force Verily said Zarathustra As he ran from civilization disease Like the fungus spores that take over the mind of the insects Civilization is numbing Zombies alive Steered by the invisible pop spores, dissipating into the water from the Chem trails etched in the sky Gathering at the base… Read more →

The American Young Men

Lots of laughing The night Is wacked with silly dumb voices Young men In the Tortilla Flat reincarnation Hiking and exploring and being children Laughing nonsense Drinking death Smoking gloom Its fun I don’t take life too seriously Cuz it’s so serious that it’s not serious Its zen to be gone And giggling Into tomorrow’s arms Running from the today… Read more →

Observations in the Tea Shop and Orange Sunshine

The couple sitting by the window Has devices that Connect them They are clean Mechanical in movement and tone and dress They are talking about reservations Something about them appears inauthentic Something about him is entitled and brainwashed Something about her is Mean and robotic Tablets and phones and I think they are afraid to make eye contact For fear… Read more →

In Response to the Huff Post’s Ice Cream Addict Robot Writer’s Article about Hopeless Love:

Arthur Seany, Death freak, radio dial space cadet, depressed. Cut the introductions with kitschy epitaphs Fuck you Ms. Wilkinson, ice cream addict, writer, And your biggest flaw, Klutz, And fuck your article about us and what we want And relationships And fuck this hopeless wallow in materialistic Plastic beaches Let me share something with you And your vapid discourse on… Read more →