Saturday, February 27, 2010
I can begin without hesitation.
I eat my breakfast, I move through the day.
Nothing is chained to me.
By noon, I reach the top.
I am the son, I am the friend.
I sway with the music, I absorb the light.
Nothing is chained to me.
As the sun sets, I settle in.
I can feel the warmth, the comfort.
I strum and I love, each thought a work of art.
Nothing is chained to me.
As night coils itself around me,
I feel my breath grow shallow.
I quiver, I shake, and I stare. I struggle.
I am chained to the floor.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Look like something I can't be,
Sway with the bruised violins.
If I had a rag, I could wipe the honey
That drips from my pores.
If I could think of beauty today, I would.
Would take it from under the bridge.
Can't breathe without a cottage in the woods.
If I had a book, I'd love to get it signed
By the space that you don't occupy.
I miss the way you had known me so well, and all.
Friday, February 19, 2010
I was spat onto this slab of tile.
Every hour since then, I’ve been chasing.
I’ve been chased. I’ve yelled to the mountain’s peak.
The rocks, stones, and boulders have always come calling.
They love me so much, and I love them. They couldn’t
Crush me, not even if I slipped (if I fell).
As the avalanche surrounds me, every day,
My rocks, my stones, my boulders may break my lenses.
They may poison my honey. And they may fire my businessmen.
But the only reason my bones, my brain, my “soul” remains is,
Well, I tell them that it’s all off limits. They respect me.
I hope they respect you too. I’ve waited for 1717,
And I’ve reached it. My God, I’ve finally reached it.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
A thick fog permeated the streets.
Not a single man nor rat could see a thing.
They stayed indoors, they waited for clarity.
As the hours passed, the fog grew
Thicker, stronger, until all that was left of
The town was a blank white cloud.
I can't see a thing.
I pace back and forth,
Outside of the window,
Nothing, not south or north.
You cry, we cry. I storm out
Into the white street.
A man lies in my way, I trip.
A shout of pain I hear, but...
I keep walking, into walls, stumble
Over curbs and disregarded belongings.
There is a light at the end of my block.
It alone pierces through the solid white.
If I reach it maybe... No. Just a neon sign.
Advertisement for a local diner. I hear
Screams, a loud crash; a car hitting a wall,
I assume. Maybe I'll just lay down.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Life is only a descent. But it does it follow any laws? Are there any rules of science that apply to the human experience? I'd dare to say no. It is the only descent that ascends. As you gain, you lose. The more you know, the less you truly understand. You decay for years. You know this, and you know all of that. Eventually, you break out. By that point, you will have gained enough knowledge of this existence, spent enough time wandering about, to be afraid of leaving the very same way you came. We all break out. Do any of us know what happens next? Of course not. We are creations of decay, and our race will forever stay as such. But in the end... What else would you expect?
Monday, February 8, 2010
I am content with whatever road down which i go.
The eyes that once tore me apart,
Now leave not a single bruise.
Coming of age,
I cannot feel a single change, but I see them in you.
All those eyes that glared at me,
Cannot even enter my mind.
A few years,
Of toil and fear, shed not a drop of blood from me.
Every eye that ever met mine,
Has been forgiven.
Clichés begin to pile up,
But I can see in all of your faces that I am real.
I may write through a broken lens,
But I believe in it.
Without an even number,
I tend to shut down, I tend to fall into old habits.
All of your eyes are on me,
And I am quite fine.
Oh, Susan? No... she passed away about two years ago. I still keep her around, though. It doesn't help much, but... I'm sure you understand. Are you all right? You look just a bit green. I'll get you a glass of water.
(30 seconds spent in kitchen)
Here you g- Now where might he have run off to? Ah, probably just taking a look upstairs. Bill? George? Eric? He must be here somewhere...
(walks up flight of stairs, stairs lead to nothing, falls off into pile of wood and old furniture)
Ah... I've taken a spill. Where in the world am I? I must have hit my head. I suppose I should just lay here for a bit until I collect myself. I'm sure Frank will come, either way. He must be using the bathroom.
(a dirty, naked man can be seen in the rubble of a half decayed house. he screams incoherent sentences, containing mostly male names and nouns. the man rises to his feet after a few minutes of struggle.)
Oh, forget that fool. He's probably just gone home. I knew he had changed, the bastard... To leave an old friend all alone! The very thought! I... What's that? In the distance... My God. The... the face. The jaws... Help me! Someone! Isn't there a person left in this damn town?
(after rising to his feet, the man had walked only a few paces before falling into a puddle of what looks like mud and urine. he screams for a few minutes, none of it intelligible. in his writhing insanity, a beam from the decrepit house breaks loose from ten feet above, falls, and crushes the man's head.)
Monday, February 1, 2010
They paint this world a dark blue, they sometimes scare me.
I saw a sliver of light, and I grabbed it. It was slippery.
I don't have the endurance, I was never much of an athlete.
If this is how it must be, Lord, then I can't believe in you.
I can't believe in a man who would leave his children in this tar pit.
I'll be excavated in a few million years. Leave me be.
When I'm pulled from the depths, all black and fossil,
I will be new, I will be happy. I will love again.