Science and technology
slayers of myth and religion...

What do you do
when your thoughts are all gone...

It's getting worse in such a delicious way,
sitting across from you at the picnic table...

Sitting on the floor
humid air lazy and still...

In the utter silence
of my lost and solitary existence...

The world is a juggernaut
of defloration and desolation...

When it all turns gray
and you search in vain...

She stood with wolves
swirling about her like mist...

Lost on the courts,
you flogged the dark horse...

Traveling down life's highway,
roadlines reflected off car windows...

We don't play games around here,
and in silence we drift apart...

Peering down through cloud wisps,
God, sitting on a stool next to...