I am a student of philosophy and theology working towards professorship
is like faking an orgasm—
everyone involved is cheated,
and anyone familiar with the rhythm of the real thing
knows it
...
Sadly,
I am quite proud of the fact that
I have invented a new You again,
but—
...
I saw a picture once
of a black hole
wicking away the sun-stuff
from a nearby star,
...
All my speaking is empty;
my words are meager offerings,
toiling long and hard to bring forth
one single, solitary piece of spoiled bread;
...