BANQUET OF CHAOS: A Poem

by S. Boswell Your words ‘effluviate’ The concepts nauseate Your rule I would eradicate The throne I would ‘conflagrate’ The deluge I pray to inundate They that would steer our fate By preaching peace against those to hate . With the blood of martyrs we will consecrate A path not bound by aristocracy’s state Continue…

Foodie Pr0n

The internet is chock full of disgustingly graphic images of food. Velvety chocolate waterfalls, glistening meats sweaty with succulent juices, decadent visions of complex flavor deconstructions that boggle the imagination and glare in the face of physics itself – madness! These images stimulate the appetite, stirring hungers for things that are so bad for us…

RESIGNED: A Poem

resigned to caging the tiger still paces the four barred walls stare back flare up wrap around above beneath children’s laughter: calliope wind blows through the bars mocking in its freedom satiated: green grass billowing clouds unobstructed by steel lined roof; beauty unknown. time comes passes and mockery makes of wood and steel of cart…

Does It Matter?

Oh, that old question…. Universally? Ultimately? NO. Nothing we hairless primates ever do on this spinning ball of galactic dust will ever have a grand impact on the larger reality of this plane of existence. Sadly…even less galactically… Nothing you do today very likely will be remembering in 10 years. Or even 50 years. Much…