miserabilia. |
"Straighten up and fly right," that's what I'm told. But with no map, and very little in the way of navigational sense, "fly right" is a loose direction to be given. I have so many things I have done,...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jan 2009 01:17:00 GMT |
A Vapour Trail Of Sleeping Ghosts |
...and I'm hoping this isn't the last time we see eye-to-eye. The hardest part of conversation is knowing just when it's too late to try to salvage connection, avoid complication, check all the engine...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Dec 2008 10:34:00 GMT |
savings. |
Tracing the lines from left to right is how I spend my hours, my minutes, my second chances, all of them added up and thrown away with the notions of things like "moving" and "on" and "handling", but ...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Nov 2008 06:07:00 GMT |
skeleton closet. |
The air is growing colder, the news is getting more and more dire, but still we go on. Because we have to. We go on, and on, and on, and keep on, because to stop now would mean defeat and possible suf...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Oct 2008 05:49:00 GMT |
project. |
My life turns. It spins, it revolves. Like film on a reel, unspooling at 24 frames a second, spliced and taped together to make a simulacrum of an existence. So far, so good, I suppose. Dim the lights...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Oct 2008 10:57:00 GMT |
So I Guess This Is The Part Where I Admit That I Am Woefully Unprepared |
I'd like to know what you are thinkingYou know the words, I'll write the tuneThis is the ship I've kept from sinkingBut the water's closer than we ever knew"Sorry...""I'm not...""One more day...""I kn...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Oct 2008 17:37:00 GMT |
Thanks For Playing The Home Game (Enjoy The Consolation Prize) |
I guess I'm tired of this running, this running aroundback to where I've been coming from, feet on the ground.It's not like it's living, sticking to safety nets,still so unforgiving; maybe tomorrow I'...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Oct 2008 05:53:00 GMT |
pronouns. |
Step one and two and three and here go around it, left to right and back again, repetition breeds contempt at content, and this context has long since passed beyond exception, the rules have been push...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Oct 2008 05:42:00 GMT |
a house. |
Call this a lullaby, I suppose.Needs must, and needs demand, and thusly we all end up meeting between want, desire, and disavowal. Oh well, move on, nothing more to see here, just write the phrases ou...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 03:18:00 GMT |
divided. |
I live between the lines: digital bits multiplied and added up into single-celled organisms and mitochondrial eves. I live between the lines: the highway stretches out and speeds by and declares inten...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Sep 2008 02:31:00 GMT |
