Day-end; I thought, I thought I saw
A tollman hiding in the graw.
Today, too late to wait to see;
"But show me all you saw,"
said he.
The Earth moved slightly, known to where
The shadows tangled, tied my hair.
I heard it quiet, through the graw:
"But, what I've seen, the world, all, saw."
Approach, I did (as actions be
slave to my curiousity)
And in the reeds, the sheckles there --
A colored smudge (was face and hair).
A trick of mind, the colors played
To tell me things all saw today.
Now, we must agree
This was nothing more
Than nothing --
What I thought before.
The Earth moved slightly through the night;
Al
"You're on the bank, standing on the edge. Now you can see it.
Welcome to oblivion.
Intangible shards slip past your skin and only now scream their icy presence on your insides. Severe. You smell it, taste it – all the subtler things, all the happenings that you cannot normally see, cannot normally know. This is where they collect themselves. So, it's fitting you should be here.
Well? If you want to know, jump. We'll see what happens.
You see? The chaos beyond is silent. The unknown infinity of times and spaces, of nothing and less, of anything and all, really -- this is how it goes. Your world does not end in an apocalypse. Th
"For invented gods invariably disappoint those who worship them. Only the need for them goes on, and it is this need, exhausting one object after another, which projects [a generation] forward into the future and will one day deprive it of its beatness."
-- John Clellon Holmes, (NY Times) November 16, 1952
Just take this candle, it's the one you gave to me
It has enough light, just enough to torture me.
Just take this candle, it's the one you gave to me
I left you ... at the alter of your mind
And there you let the world mess up your soul.
-- Vast
This morning smells of sour mixes, of alcohol and crammed quarters, of old friends and bad ends. I think maryjane turned on me ... or it was just myself.
Outside, it looks sweet enough to inhale for breakfast. The happy drunks have hit their beds & Bruce will be to see them. He'll mark the stops off his mental highlights, thank us all for the empty bottles and soon fill his pockets with quar