ante meridiem (Haiku)

taken long enough

nothing's left to take

broke hard enough

it believes itself to be broken

shaken hard and long enough

it must settle

After It Was Said Before It Was There Was Something Else Wasn't There?

I will
be
the last
thing
to
everyone
if
I
can
when
I'm
not
when
it's
fraught
taught
sought
bought
not
a
thing
at
all
if &
when ur
done
I'm
there

why am i

why am i

why this

why any of 

this

why do i

exist

Reason

why should i

reason 

is it enough

Westernlands

I have no more 

Honesty
Everything is the 

Same
It’s not here

It is 

Here
Uncertainty of 

Existence
I exist everywhere
Every illusion

And none at all
Virgil

Rimbaud
Paracelsus

I am as easily 

As myself

The self

Eternal

Omniscient
Omnipresent
What am I

Cannot be 

Distinguished
Surely

There is
Nothing to 

Measure
This unique 

Identity
I Am myself
Lost in the
Knowledge of self
We must never
Speak of this
Eternal

Transcendence of 

Form
These are not 

Words
Am I dream

Nightmare

Feasting on 

Flesh

Carnal knowledge

Cities 

Scattered
In dust of
The world
I have no 

Catechism

There are
No demons;

No real
Demons

And therefore

No hell
I have

Caused my

Own misfortune
There is hope

And there is

Not hope
Wake up!

Wake up!
This is life

And this is not 

Life

Am I what 

I despise

A coward

A liar
But this is 

Not life

I escape my
Own logic
Gravity conspires
Against me
Knowledge is

Not gained 
From a bite 

Of an apple

I avail 

Myself
From this Poison

From

Both living
And the dead
Here within
Westernlands
Surly no man

is good  yet

I am him!
I am him! 

Not Seen in this

World
Everything
Is undone
Am I perception

As the perceived
Are there 

Ghost or

Remedies
Of Gold

I will expose

Everything

And nothing at all

This sweet madness

A joke 

Unto itself

Later, later
There isn't
Time now
and
that time

Is now
Gone

orange-juice, binky powder, fuck you, six pack beer

orange-juice

binky powder

fuck you

six pack beer

(cont.)

best behavior

cheese

(johannesburg)

cupcakes

cider

Shredded Wheat

(un-legible)

C’est la vie

Certain tragic
Following 

A rabbit
Left with
A habit
C’est la vie!
More of the Same
Shit
Looking
For the rest
Of it
C’est la vie!
Deep 

in a bad Trip 

Resorted
To
Black Magic
C’est la vie!
In it
For the Fun
Of it
Until there’s None
Of it
C’est la vie!
Searching a Way out 

Of it

she

Snorted-up
The last
Of it
C’est la vie!
Monkey's got
The best
Of you
When there’s
Nothing
Left
Of you
C’est la vie!

42

I’ve become who I am
When all becomes
Equal

When darkness has no more
Struggle against
Light

Where the good who fight
Fear not
Evil

Right and wrong simple
Words of a poet’s
Song

Leaving
All or nothing undone

When both Heart and Home
Are familiar and
Unknown

Where blood between men
Neither foe nor
Friend

Gold or lead the
Living and the
Dead

Everywhere
Becomes the same

UNIVERSE DOESN’T CARE

I’ve thought
all this
Before

This morning
In front
Of the sink

Wild unruly
Prose
Complete

Succinct
Suggesting
Exactly

Sentiments
I’ve got
to

Get
A pen
At

This
Point I
Have no

All

Illusions
Even
So

Where
Would
It

Go
There’s
Nothing else

This is
It
And

I’ve no
Fuckin
Idea

just keeps on revolving

i've written
these
words before

had the same
thought
in my head

I’ve resisted
stream of
Conscious

Indulged
a primitive
self

believed
meaninglessness
and

Poetry
enslaved in
words

could
release
me

then it
stops
like now