Incoherent remiscence of a lost friend

White wine and thunderstorms. I'm here, you know. I'm back home where I belong, but I've got so many homes now. I've got love here and there and sure it's great, but really, it's easier to be alone. If I didn't have to decide between this world or that world, I'd know where to be. I'm drunk, maybe, sad, maybe, missing the people I never wanted to let go. She's home now but we know it'll never be the same.

Funny how people blame physical distance for the strain in relationships, but really, it has nothing to do with it. People change and if you don't change together, you lose the thing that tied you together. She'd changed, he's changed, I've changed, you've changed, and we're all here together now, trying to remember what normal felt like.

Take another drink and find another world. Maybe it's just time to move on.

/ Tangeant

epiphones galore. The summer goes and it goes quietly. Severed all contacts for the most part in hopes of figuring it all out. different than previous summers, this one goes by casually, with few plans for future. Screw money, screw concern for the future. We are all here merely to observe, and observe i shall. Anyone can tell you a story, but no one listening will be able to live it with you, so why bother share? But then what is Art? nonono, this is thinking along the wrong axis, along a tangeant universe, but it all untangles at the end metaphorically and physically.

So I suppose thats been it. No reason to dabble further on, because again, whats the point?

Forecast

Forecast for tonight: Raindrops dripping through straw colored hair with a chance of sweet sultry dance and song from the black sky below. Mountains will turn into mole hills and smiles will last throughout the day. Highs are UV rays and sea glass. Lows are waiting for your judgment day.

dadaze - copost

Slowly we find the anchor of time dragging the depths
& scarring, scoring the earth.

My fear is engendered in labyrinthine process, that ugly spiral.

Sounding off the shores of regrets, we see the beauty in the
things we were too afraid to swim out to.

Awkward: you need to look in my eyes and move my lips.

The lip's odes to imperfections become the sweetest sentiment we
can conjure in the cut-out confections of sunday afternoons.

We are all so secret, sow secrets under our fingernails.

Empty choir makes music, sings loudly then screams & makes
known, crawling on wooden knees, the invisible weight upon it.

I grew up with no candlewicks burning smoke in my house.

Large, as if worth more, as if worthy by presence alone while dainty
& fragile was yearned for, the beauty to shatter under the weight of man.

There are those men, top hats corrugated cardboard lined.

Weakening the structure, breath warm & moist, through rib & lung,
he clings & claims that which no one else has the fortitude to tame.

Nero a quantumphysic aburns wile Rome does fiddle.

To call an end to tidal pulse, or cease a people's breath. To murder
calmly the night's illusions & rest in stillness' rest.

Generic tidings as follows: hellogoodbye goodmorning(night)

This is the greatest peace of all, the eyelash in the wind,
uncertainty, no bed to crawl to, the warmth of only skin.

Hurricane Season

The worst went by a long time ago with the May flowers. But now every time I look up, the sky is filled with thunder, the trees are empty.
There's moss growing on my escape route, the stairs creak like rusted hinges, and these clouds don't have a silver lining.

On Saturday

Someone sets fireworks off down the street.
The bangs quicken until they culminate in sync
and all the lights go out.
All the lights go out.
The electrical hum has left me sitting awkwardly with Silence.
I like to think this is like dying,
like letting go of everything that mattered.

Shot through the wall.
Sirens down the street.
I guess they weren’t fireworks.
I can’t hear anyone celebrating.
All my lights go out,
and I think, this must be dying.
This must be.

i want to go

it's that hunger for new places and, baby, i'm going there. like i explore your body i'll touch the whole earth and feel it inside me and that's all i need. i can't count on you, but the world, she'll never leave me.

Utuado: The swarms are climbing posts, heading away from the torrent basin. watch how they crawl, how they drag those black shells.