We Bid Farewell Today

It’s A Technique For Remaining Calm

There has to be a more efficient way to alleviate the great fear that covers all. There’s danger involved in everything, like a sustained ringing from an unknown source. The bag man is on his way over to take me out, so i’m just going to lay my little head down to sleep.

Ivy League

The conversation would have to take place over a carton of cigarettes somewhere. If we ever got together, that is. Words are numbers left for minds to crunch, but this mind is vacuous, and my only response is to not respond. Her brown intellect dwarfs my own. It wouldn’t be fun, it’d be like home-schooling.

Aerosal Assault on Wal

The most perfect description would be…you’re standing on the shoreline on a particularly overcast day. At the horizon, where sea foam green runs into pale gray clouds that hang low in the sky, this is your iris. From enticing to foreboding in one-quarter of a millimeter, between the pupil and sclera.

Vlad The Impaler, I Presume?

Who needs weekend plans? You can get lost on roads you should know by now, and wear your fingers like glasses to force your eyes open. Come home and sleep ceaselessly. Dreams like you wouldn’t believe.

Hands Dance

Here I am sitting, watching the hands dance around the face of a clock. Hoping for a pulsating warmth to trickle down my spine. It’s later than two in the morning and everything is hush hush. Mollified, I see lights reflected off plastic and in an instant of supposed recognition I pray for a burst of blue.

The Wash Leaves Ragged Spirits Behind

Jagged, uneven stones shake under ours souls where we walk. Talking in silence to defy the sunlight, no one can hear us now. Drowned out by the shifting of gravel, we’re sounding out. Our bodies speak volumes. A creek’s running water rushes over us like an oncoming truck. With any luck, we’ll never be found. At my behest we are blessed and then gone.

Carnival In Koln

 

Plodding shoes. Sore feet. Moved. Seated.
All efforts thwarted by spirits who
conspire to raze what has just been built.

Photograph

When it’s so hot the air sticks to any exposed skin, flowers wilt under the heat. Just before the skies open, everyone can sense it as it rises from the pavement. This is the smell of rain.

Galliant In Defeat. One In Every Chamber.

Calisthenics. Can you hear them working? We’re light rails down a hillside passing headless horsemen and over-sized loads. We make clothes like they make ammunition. A ray-gun is turned on, the sound of burning fumes flower over California.