his mother, she coddled
his father, he throttled,
and pummeled his fist til there was nothing but bone

after that he was left
with just treble and clef
tricked himself into thinking he was never alone

in shelter he found
a basement of sound
his confines, his prison, they persisted with tests

of brain and of might
of hearing and sight
with vivisection they ( Read more... )

Anything really.  I just don't.

It's greek, I think.  Thought I'd do the Guy Pierce thing and jot it down before I forget it.

Three+ weeks smoke-free am I.  Hooray.

Third attempt.  Day One.

Let's see.

How do you pull your calf muscle in your sleep?

who does that?

Ouch.

if she was in pain ( Read more... )

It's the nineteenth.  The sky is currently lit by a full pale blue beacon directing me to unknown places.  Dragonflies flit around in my head between the moon and Neptune.  And for now I am content.

a brisk morning ( Read more... )

I've never been one to assume there's some invisible hand holding mine, guiding the way, but I have been one to assume that predestination is no joke.  Maybe not so much predestination, but perhaps premonition.  My dreams are becoming less and less random data dumps my mind takes advantage of for much needed rest, and are becoming more and more the ( Read more... )

"You lethargic, waiting upon me, waiting for
the fire and I
attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty

Shaken by your beauty
                                                           Shaken."

-William Carlos Williams
Paterson