Archive for April 5th, 2011
The birds were loud this morning. I wore my brightest white. I was especially crisp with a Buckley tie, kelly green and navy. A big chick hatched across the street, gradually bulging large pieces of egg crust, bulges in sandy browns with sharp edges, steam crawling in large fluffs of bubbling blue gasses, and all sorts of man-made things blowing up at least 12 houses. The birds tried to tell me how fouled up I am. My shoes were unpolished. There was a certain brightness like the rec room in hell. My car did not want to work and neither did I. But everything was starting to bathe in the green of the new world. I wished that my world was sparkling new each year.
Smoked by disciples,
holy and blessed by blood,
they see my vital liquids, keep chewing,
mirroring, growing my hopelessness.
Smart enough to know I am gone forever.
Why is just north of middle, done?
Games aren’t over until the “Final Whistle.”
But my game, not friendly, is to the death.
You’ve taught me how to survive my day,
but not how to survive my life.
I am surrounded by meaningless self-importance,
crushing any will to live.
Then there are vehicles everywhere.
I’d rather see horses.
Everyone off to one pointless destination
Maybe someone is off to see a lover.
But is that not pointless too?
I am longing for lack of consciousness,
something to push away my awareness,
something that will not blacken my spirit.
Take me to a forest.
Let me be lost,
lost for the second half,
blasted by things,
things that are not consumed.
I don’t know if there is any more room one One Shot Wednesday, but I’d like to put this piece in, here on Tuesday. Go check out all of the fine work linked on the post.