the gas line is leaking, the bird is gone from the cage,
the skyline is dotted with vultures;
Benny finally got off the stuff and Betty now has a job as a waitress;
and the chimney sweep was quite delicate as he giggled up through the soot.
I walked miles through the city and recognized nothing as a giant claw ate at my stomach while the inside of my head felt airy as if I was about to go mad.
it’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing, there’s no release,
just gurus and self-appointed gods and hucksters.
the more people say,
the less there is to say.
even the best books are dry sawdust.
—from "fingernails; nostrils; shoelaces"
—from "fingernails; nostrils; shoelaces"
