Hierophany

 Solid investing always
           slowly develops
      a taste for bad
                   flirtation.
   Vacation rental,
    cucumber petal:
             Sipping on the tea
             of Colombo —
     Oh yeah,
         just one more thing...

This entry posted by J Rand : 12:21

                      Nightmare ham,
                                dateline America.
  Tonight's top story:
                         the inimitable error:
the journalists all died
            at the truth.
                             I'm stuck reading
                 about this left-behind
        sense of beds made poorly —
            pissed in then slept in
                 then folded like cardboard.
 Next time will be a different screw-up.
 The great, big puke-off was only a
              rejection of any kind of appetizer
                  come from the ocean &
                       served with marinara.

This entry posted by J Rand : 07:57

         Dad is on stage
             speaking about
        the economy;
              shadows coalesce
           in the cleavage of a woman...

...$100m a day spent on a war in Afghanistan...

...Karzai mulls Taliban negotiations...

          The money in my pocket
   is stolen
             from the valise of my father.
      Later it shall reign/rain
                 on the object of my lust.

         Dad keeps on talking.
         And the shadows play, they play...

This entry posted by J Rand : 23:40