“My body is a cage… I’m living in an age that calls darkness light. Though my language is dead, still the shapes fill my head.” I’m defying existentialism. I’m waiting for Godot, but that’s ok, because I know he’s on his way. I’m waiting for spring, for the tentative rain, chill wet air, sweet blossoms,…
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Wolves (Acts I & II)
Something’s missing. I lost something along the way. “Sometimes you get up and bake a cake or something. Sometimes you stay in bed. Sometimes you go la di da di da di da da, ‘Til your eyes roll back into your head. Your mind is racing like a pro now, Oh my god it doesn’t…
Read MoreJumping Someone Else’s Train
“Don’t say what you mean You might spoil your face It won’t take you long To learn the new smile” I have lost my origin And I don’t want to find it again (relentlessly restless)
Read MorePetrarch
“Is it a dream? Is it a lie? I think I’ll let you decide. Just light a candle for the kids, Jesus Christ, don’t keep it hid! Cause nothing’s hid from us kids! You ain’t foolin’ nobody with the lights out! And the power’s out in the heart of man, Take it from your heart,…
Read MoreJanuary, December, November
“Please excuse me but I’ve got to ask Are you only being nice Because you want something? Be careful how you respond – Cause you might end up in this song” Good question.
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If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine. If Christmas seems superficial to me, New Years always seems completely genuine. It’s a night where the only point is to have a good time, and when the pressure’s off like that, how could you…
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And I love the darkness It’s what happened to me [Superconnected]
Read MoreChristmas
“Stay out super late tonight picking apples, making pies put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us we’re half-awake in a fake empire we’re half-awake in a fake empire” Every Christmas since I became old enough to really think about the spirit of giving as opposed to just the spirit of…
Read MoreStockholm Syndrome
We miss being ruffians, going wild and bright, in the corners of front yards, getting in and out of cars. We miss being deviants. They’ll find us here. Here, here in the guest room, Where we throw money at each other and cry. Oh, my. (Reminiscent of the short stories of F. Scott Fitzgerald, anyone?)…
Read MoreWinter Dreams
There is something precariously promising about winter. When I trudge through the snow in the Chicago cold, I tense up, but I think it’s from anticipation, not the cold itself. For so many people, winter is an end – it is death, dying, cold, the loss of warmth, the end of harvest, etc. For me,…
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The Z-Axis 