Then if he thrive and I be cast away
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white
That I might see what the old world could say
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love’s delight
Toward thee I’ll run, and give him leave to go
Two loves I have of comfort and despair
To give full growth to that which still doth grow
As those gold candles fix’d in heaven’s air
When I have seen such interchange of state
O, know, sweet love, I always write of you
Such civil war is in my love and hate
And I by this will be a gainer too
He is contented thy poor drudge to be
Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee





 I don't have a clue who I am talking to
 Or whether or not what they say is true


Misty night...
         The fog & rain outside
                 Twists & twirls in that

Slow way...
         You know, head-on, like
                 We all saw it coming,

The lights...
         Dance & thrum, in & out
                 Of focus, the vibration

Did I...
         Lay my head down on the
                 Hot steel of your tracks?

The way...
         You head that train, like
                 Fog & rain, has me guessing

But probably...



We would refract light as we 
Were ancient glass beads, 
A cat's eye or perhaps
Anything else,
Pure jade?

Sat out, sun soaked 
Toes curled in
We hung onto the Earth
With all we had

Out of fear of,
In anticipation of 
Floating away

We used to refract light 
As were ancient glass beads
Still do some days


The house with stones, laid wide and
Barely stacked. Thin and grout, the
Ones inside wore a tough skin. 
The same that seek the softest 

Parabolic smiles and phrases turned
Into a bowed, little moon that beats
And blinks. Speaking to the monsters
Living in our chests. Ourselves lurking
Under each, warm

Guess we'll just succumb to this thing,
This "fake it 'til you make it" can-do
Attitude. That seems harder to do than
To beg for anything else. Nothing more
Than a false-flag attack 
Of self, fueled by your cool

I'll try my hardest to walk away.
The finger of Neptune will flick 
My earlobe again, again.
I come right back again, again.

Maybe it is nothing.
Maybe it's absolutely unavoidable.
Maybe it really is just nothing.

Instead, it's fucking Pisces.


Bending light using only your bare hands?
Seems as impossible as Faith most days
And soon that bending will be science
And so computers will pray

All these green boards and embedded
Highways, metalic tee-pees
All those tiny cities - silicon bitties,
Electric traffic and modulating
Signals trying to parallel park

Sounds similar to a bad feeling,
When you have a second thought

A strum of the heart's strings in
Love - a breezy afternoon

Perhaps we have made these
Circuits simply for fuck's sake or
To mimic, so we can 
Worship our own electric signals

15% Human
85% Monotheistic Technophiliac

Hybrids engage a narcisistic frenzy
Of showing how they are, in fact,
The one that is best suited for
Your sacrifice and praise

And this was how we used the
Thing we love the most,
This is how we use
Our microchip brain


I reached out as warm light,
Asked to see You and
Your Blood
For a moment, nothing more;
A cup of tea

Instead of an answer to
The Above (it), you asked
About ecstacy
And let me tell you 
That really sucked the
Bliss outta me

What is Your opinion?
Of whom we really are?

I wouldn't mind if you told
Me what has come apart.

Because sometimes I cannot
Tell whether y'all are
My latent dream 
Or just my broken heart