~Part Three~ You hear a sound. It is small, far off. You listen. You know the difference between hearing and listening. The sound you hear is that of an automobile’s engine. Most likely a truck, for the distant drone is deep, low. A guttural growl, instead of a car’s comparatively angelic hum. You know cars,Continue reading “Back on Earth”
~Part Two~ You look up at the stars. You attempt to orient yourself by them, because you have that vague idea the stars are formed into figures called constellations, but you then realize you don’t know enough about these constellations to chart any kind of course. Then another thought comes, and you stop thinking ofContinue reading “Back on Earth”
~Part One~ There is a bright light. Then, everything else, all at once. The stars and the trees, and the grass. You know it is night, and you are standing in the middle of a country field. You don’t know how you know this, but you do. You look down at your hands. You knowContinue reading “Back on Earth”
O tangled mess of hopes and fears abound Inside these cardboard walls we all are trapped And here, with blinded sight and deaf from sound Within pathetic pantomimes en-wrapped We wile away the tepid, sordid hours Oases of ideal we try to find But here, anon, we’re sucked of sacred powers And left to drift,Continue reading “Three”
top-hat, tie and cane vest that holds my pocket-watch knock the night out cold
The mind that for, I can only fathom a guess, over two decades has been for whatever ill-conceived reason protected from harm and damage inside a skull behind eyes atop a body whose digits drum incessantly in intrusively noisy percussive beats upon the hard and hollow table top, is a mind that seems to meContinue reading “excuse me, could you please not in the least?”
I don’t ask for these thoughts, these realizations, or as I call them, revelations. I’m like a philosopher a thinker a life-force drinker and life-line linker tinkering and toiling thru blood left boiling after tragedy, sad to see the world’s worse metaphors become reality. I’ll just be minding my own mind spending time bending linesContinue reading “how did you come up with that?”
Graciously beyond and above common standards of masculine practice fiercely enforced and stubbornly upheld by fathers, uncles, coaches and drill sergeants from his past, he reached up to take the kind offer of her hand and together a smile of mutual gratitude was shared between them.
Erect as a tree shooting from earth’s warm bosom was his stance, as muscle memory and will alone carried his form across the room to where she stood planted as fixture amid the decor.
diary entry on an early Sunday morning from the belly button of the old country everyone here drinks too much and smokes too much and once again I feel 2 years out of touch with the popular trends I see at least one fox a night now, gone are the raccoons I once knew neverContinue reading “finding a home in London”