A Glory

The great epiphany
Like a rising tide
Deep
Deep
Inside.
I can feel it begin to rise -
Euphoric, fiery, blood boiling,
Growing inside - immaculate
Thoughts of being - truth- reality
Man and his nobility:
The awesome thing which he is.
It sends jitters down my spine
Like electric worms - jolts
Of joy, spasms- ahhhhhh.
No death here today!
No death here today!
Only life - ecstatic life,
Freedom and one [...]

There is a type of laughter that is like an ambrosial garment.  I think the Irish have come close to sewing it.

A Blakean Dwarf

Shame, a monstrosity
That builds its house on the grave of pomposity.
Pride, a lion of gold
That lives upon steeps where shame has no hold.

A Matchless Fusion

Rip your face on the talons of pavement,
And smell the black asphalt - learn of
The art of death, destruction and mutilate
Yourself to feel something hard and true -
Then turn and look toward the east at
Daybreak as a wine red sea floods over
The stellar pines, and the dewy grass releases
From its bonds the watery gems. See the
Contrasting [...]

A Menckenian Epigrammatical Derivation

American democracy amounts to, “Trust the people - but not too much.”

On Drinking

If you hit yourself in the head with a hammer for long enough, you’re bound to start losing things.

Self-indulgence is feeling good. Self-restriction is being good.