In an oxidized cage, flaking centuries of lost technologies, the hum of silence suddenly screams out. Dust layers over forgotten machinery; this place was turned aside right when this world was expected to grow up. And the soot covered half-panes let just enough light in to shimmer on the haze that never seems to settle. Lions of industry are now ( Read more... )

For a brief moment, the blaze rose higher than the arches; the timber kindled as bright and the foray flamed high. The failed feelings were stuffed inside lost memories, pretending to give a facade of normalcy that we see in that cuddly teddy bear. But a beast was trapped; a little ember was still tucked somewhere in there. And it crawled with ( Read more... )

The florescent smell of
four walls and a drop-top ceiling
leaves a grime that drips
heavier than the lead of
two packs a day.
The brilliance of the day
is tucked around two halls
and sealed glass, scratched
by dust-mites knawing
for freedom.
the only reason to believe
that this happened, is to believe
the sunset is the grand
final scene.

There has been a lot of traveling between then and now. A lot of land has passed by; faces swept on as the shimmer of the next town draws me further into my cramp-neck slumber. I've seen Minot again; I've done PA; and I'm in Greeley. All of this time, however, hasn't really led to any serious learning. I feel as if I am on a dead-end path, ( Read more... )

There is this little lie I have been living, for the sake of living it and not living my reality. And, I feel a twinge of guilt for continuing it. Not that those who believe it could care less, but it seems strange that I laid it out with such ease but, can't seem to recreate it in different environments ( Read more... )

From the throws of too many days off, not enough stimuli, too much caffeine, a dead-end long weekend, and a lingering re-infection of a formal root canal: I return. Or maybe it was too much Transmetropolitan and no screaming sirens ( Read more... )

It has been a rough few weeks. It is as if, women have fallen off the earth. There hasn't been time, let alone an opportunity, to even give a second glance. Toppled by the sometimes bitter weather that burns my cheeks rosy-red, the bright sun setting in the distance, and the time that has quickly flown over the nest--the pains of the road ( Read more... )

And the time has flown by so quickly, yet I am still under a green lid. I've been on several hitches, to several locations. I've worked in two different shops. I've jumped ship more than once. And now I'm back north, back to where I started ( Read more... )

No Dak isn't as rough as they make it out to be. Really, it's more of a joke. The two-hour commutes to and from, on top of a twelve-hour shift; the hustle that instigates accidents and stupid behavior; the gossip from guys who have no real opinion to properly analyze these people or places; and the way we all fall prey to the cycle and perpetuate ( Read more... )

First, I want to be damn clear: I've been good. After a long weekend of stupid drinking that only made the dog whimper straight through til Monday, I haven't had a drink. After feeling that downed feeling coming on, I pulled myself together and set my sights back on the prize. After feeling some nostalgia, I got smart and started cleaning. And ( Read more... )