Cogitus Rex

--> Loneliness / void we toss ourselves away into that bottomless hole, failing to notice no amount of company can fill a space where                                                         you don't exist Hollow is self undiscovered                                                                         I useless desire that guides from outside Void isn't                                                                              me absent from my world nothing can fill what is never                                           present nothing will complete                                                      what isn't    animal that looks for itself find a face is a mirror                                            find a face in a mirror

A birthday gift to all who have failed to grow up, to all who think that friendship is a negotiable currency, to all who think they can be whoever without concern for anyone else, to all the fakes who smile at you while lying to themselves, to all who say that they love you, without even really knowing you, to all who think that appearances are what counts, to all who never worked harder than they needed to, to all who submit to bullshit instead of railing against the fools, to all who stand by and watch while the psychopaths they elect destroy the world built by better people than we , to all who discard without a thought for where the trash ends up, to all who consume because they know no better, to all the hollow characters that haunt others lives hoping for meaning, to all the followers of celebrity, to all who believe the justifications of the fearfully violent, to all who never awaken from the pipe dream of riches, to all who destroy youth to save the children,

We are fragile, little thin-skinned beings. Even insects have more to protect them. They hardly give a care, as they go about their tasks. We complain and cry, we are unhappy and dont really know why. The beetle carries on, even when all it has to eat is shit. We want gluten-free life, so we don’t have to feel the actuality of “it”. Bees work, arduously, not in anticipation of a day or a weekend free. But if we don’t get a break at 10:30, for a smoke or a coffee? Well…it’s just so unfair. Not red in tooth and claw are we, not even fit to roam the forest at night, not ever to burn more brightly than our meager lamps allow. A cockroach and his kin will be kings the day after tomorrow, the same as it was in a carboniferous age they remember, in some ancient memory. Like little pink things that wriggle in fur-lined nests, we are so soft and oh so very weak. But evolution offers a way to change, to toughen up and be free outside the cage. We can become strong, in the face o

..it is to walk outside the lines within a tradition I value to let the four footed be a caterpillar of smells sought tails wagged, talk barked next to trees leaving a stream that others will see along the edges of the land, the fence barbed wire and banana trees flowering daisies and okra down the slope along the edge that keeps the cows from coming across the stream under the guayaba, near the papaya a hole dug by an unseen guest who walks at night to see where I've been during the day my dogs smell the absent one and after a few circles and a piss the walk heads up the hill.

Rain dark is the grey cloud cover the wind drives the raindrops sideways the birds and other tree dwellers are hidden in the forest. The parched land, its body spread wide opens her mouths and drinks deep the gathering gloom. Like a woman tired after too much days work all she wants is a warm bath, a shower will suffice but nicer still to lay in the tub and let the water wash away the grime and the heat.