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Feral Muse


My muse is feral.
She will not be trained.
She refuses to do tricks.
Everything is on her terms.
I try to encourage her to stay
I’ve installed a muse door
Leave food out every day
And hope.
On lucky days, she shows up
Sits beside me, soft and comforting
Humming pleasant new melodies.
Sometimes she takes the pen
Right out of my hand
And scribbles fantastic things in the margins.
She lets me hold her, but not too tight
Never too tight.
She’ll bullet out of there
If you love her too much
If you lose patience with her
If you don’t scratch under her chin
The way she likes.
She loves you
But conditionally.
You are a means to her
And she will not hesitate
To abandon you
And visit a different artist instead
One with better food
One who always leaves the door open
Who spoils her with everything she wants.














Contemplating Computating


A human mind is a computer.

Or is a computer a human mind?

Computers are our children

We create in our own image

They are not alien from us at all.

Human begets computer.

Computer thinks like human.

Filing systems

Cross referenced

Can trigger information, a memory.





All stored in its head

It can even run imaginary simulations of a life.

What if I were a violent thug?

What if I lived in a fantasy world?

What if I could build anything?

It’s just what we might think

Lying in bed at night.

We can only conceive

Of things we already know.


Like all of our creations

Are self portraits.














Lady Chaos

lady chaos

give me your blessing

i will switch sides

join, break, create, destroy, live, die, i will become you

lady chaos

you are already within me

my heart is black and red by turns

i cannot be everything at once

but i am anyway

warm human blood threads my veins

and icewater

i am primed with your changeable ichor

pump me up, let me loose, see what havoc i wreak


men with their puny plans

trying to set order

nothing tempts her like security

she eats empires, grinding even the ruins back down into shapelessness

she tosses fortunes to beggars

our lives hinge upon her whim


you throw me down

build me up

and when you are done with me

cast me aside

i know you’ll return

you always return


i carry her wishes           

(i hear her laughing)