There is a psychic cult in Los Ángeles that had been torturing me, a progressive Eastern European Jew and union organizer, for over 5.5 years.
Month: March 2024
New Day
The world begins and the terror stops The chains break we’ll end up on top The cycle of life it stirs and shakes When we
When you look outside your window
Driving down the street What do you see outside your window people tired worn and weak So I guess I’ll roll down my window Someone’s
1000 people
In the streets Moving to One rhythmic beat 1000 people In the park A shudder A whisper And then a spark The rain it falls
I’m so shy
I hesitate I don’t know why I’m in this state To what I don’t know where or how to act So will these words and
In my cubicle
Here’s my fate In the tired dungeons Of the state Staring at The flickering screen Monopolizing My very dreams In the labyrinth That boredom dwells