Monday, December 24, 2012

Familiar.

I remember this feeling.

This is the fire that burned down deep and drove me outside. This is the vision of the world around me that stirred my soul and awoke the dream. This is the long and distant stare. This is the burning, yearning ache. This is the Time I begin again to flag a change, to force a hand, to start to climb.

The mind machine never ceases.

It must be controlled.

For Death comes swift.


Saturday, December 15, 2012

Bottle.

The End of the World is happening again.

Is there something we should say?

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Road.

Service cages built
for one
savage heat
blinding sun
pockets jangle
with heavy metals
and the mystery ahead
forever shifts.



Saturday, December 1, 2012

Bailey.

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
 In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives 
 Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
And he whose heart beats quickest lives the longest: 
 Lives in one hour more than in years do some
Whose fat blood sleeps as it slips along their veins. 
 Life's but a means unto an end; that end,
Beginning, mean, and end to all things—God.
 The dead have all the glory of the world.