A River Between Chaos and Zen

The poetry, heart spillings and mind lightning of Max Grimm

Sunday, October 30, 2011

A Prayer I Hope They Would Say For Me If I Were Them

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I often lose patience with the impending apocalypse and tell it to shit or get off the pot.  There has always been a door swinging ajar in t...
Saturday, October 22, 2011

The Vanishing Man

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There was an arsonist running amok in my small rural hometown of Hobe Sound FL during the first half of 1969. Many acres of woodlands and mo...
Sunday, October 16, 2011

The Shit I Hate...

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Ignorance loves Evil for his unabashed public displays of romanticism over her adorable foibles and blind trust in his precarious cognitions...
Saturday, October 8, 2011

A Perfect Portrait of a Beast

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I would be the biggest lying sack of bullshit on planet earth if I said marriage was easy. If wedded bliss and holy matrimony is to endure u...
Saturday, October 1, 2011

We Let Play God

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Were it all to end tomorrow, if I were to step in front of a train or off a cliff, splattered on the end of an assassins' bullet or quie...
Saturday, September 24, 2011

For my daughter

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It was eventually bound to happen as do all inevitable things. She was not so much as ten seconds old, right after her first cries and just ...
Saturday, September 17, 2011

'swimming nekkid' (never never never)

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There can be dredged up in me such levels of anger and compassionless rage. But there are some crimes that we as humans cannot adequately pu...
Saturday, September 10, 2011

Poetry, my love...

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"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Charles Bukowski I don't know why I care so much abou...
Sunday, September 4, 2011

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I had popped some amphetamines with my morning coffee, smoked a joint to take the edge off and snorted several lines of cocaine so that I wo...
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