another time another place............

there is a peace in surrender, the right time, right place, if there exists such a concept, all things coming together, conspiring in a whirlpool of creation, exiting the product of scattered, smothered and covered, can it be kicked...........

soft focus...........

last minute adjustment, askew, anew, these transactions as of late steeped in selfishness, the bony grasping for what may come into fleshy hands, void of much meaning except that of the hindsight made fuzzy around the edges with time.............

still........

a friend published a quote, words referring to the ties between one's identity and one's level of production, words which in themselves are meaningful only to the extent of one's connection to the syllables therein, a soothing sense of syntax which smoothes over the ragged inches of skin exposed to the elements, sitting still has never been so difficult.......................

an assumption of innocence........

an assemblage of noisy imagery and jittery thoughts rattles inside of my skull, the motivation is missing, left in neutral, shoulderbound, this colorful machine entertains, ahem, distracts from whatever it is, was and could ever be, i forgot that there is no tomorrow, the warranty is up................

reverb.........

share the stoke, it resonates today, as with the return of all adventures in the past a slow burning of desire still flickers, a sadness overcomes, the flame must be extinguished in order to achieve an equilibrium here, learn from the past, look around right now, but the future does not exist, do not be fooled....................

a new edition........

addiction to the addition and subtraction of satisfaction, to put it lightly, a saving of face and into and unto itself it knows no other, the nights of cool face breeze and oceanic lullabies are absent, replaced by the cold aches of back and shoulders, a sinking feeling of disconnection or just absentmindedly going through the motions.........

zig zig zag..........

the allure of the everyday, as seen through the filterless eyes of youth, absent of jade, absent of mind, a thorough evaluation without judgement, a return to home if you will, and i want to, but doubt the possibility of such............