1.

The war is a result

of one man's discomfort

In his nocturnal dreams

he vandalizes bus shelters

and tears flowers out of flowerbeds

In his desolate power

he demolishes apartment buildings,

envious of the contentment

of simple mailmen and shop assistants

2.

When I, for a time,

let Proust's A la recherche du temps perdu rest,

for the benefit of Terrence W. Deacon's

Incomplete Nature;
How Mind Emerges from Matter,

it feels like a betrayal...

Isn't that curious?

3.

I can feel a thin film of sanity

keeping the roaring lion within

from the roaring wealth of madness

without

4.

There is a sexual fancy

in the ridicule

of common sense