Even Memories Must Eat

“When-something-is-over” is eventually a noun – a thing-specific;

“When-something-is-over” is finally part of what it was that got over.

(Memories must eat like everything else, No?)


I perceive that progress in the Cynical Section of the City is now measured via going from a belief that one must choose between good and evil, to selecting from either evil, or son-of-evil.


And yet it remains:

The problem with definitions
continues to be the words.


Not everyone who’s relieved admits it…
(nor is such necessarily fruitful.)


Men cannot give a complete
account of themselves
least they expire by so doing.