the purple dusk
and bruised toenail
sliver of moon.
are dark beasts
on the horizon
and I rode- I strode,
on my own two-feet
to the gallows,
the sad-sweet moment
of my undoing
its not magic
but something else
Like a first smile,
like a newly found element.
yes, something else entirely.
There is a face in the moon,
a dry, dead grinning thing
and it is this,
it is always this
I return to.
This poem is from my first book,
get it here!
…and I haven’t even showered yet!
They say big cities are melting pots
And it is true
But some cities are better chefs
has been simmering a long time
creating a depth of flavor
all it’s own
Just reflecting back on my lovely trip to Chicago a little over a year ago. 🙂
“Many men stumble over the truth from time to time,
but most pick themselves up
and hurry off as if nothing happened.”
: Please, please, please listen! I’ve got one or two things to say. Brian
The Crowd: Tell us! Tell us both of them!
: Look, you’ve got it all wrong! You don’t NEED to follow ME, You don’t NEED to follow ANYBODY! You’ve got to think for your selves! You’re ALL individuals! Brian
The Crowd: Yes! We’re all individuals!
: You’re all different! Brian
The Crowd: Yes, we ARE all different!
: I’m not… Man in crowd
The Crowd: Sch!
~from Monty Python’s
Life of Brian (1979)
The prison door is wide open
your fear is the only warden
he ordered himself another beer, smiling at the
pretty girls and shot glasses all in a row
outside the thunder roared and the sky split open
the old man looked at him with a knowing smile and said,
“Hope you brought your raincoats boy, its gonna be a wet night.”
We are not time travelers
I’m still waiting on Hawk to build that time machine
though he seems to have flown away from the blogosphere
so for now, we are confined to living in the now
changing the past is impossible
so can we try to start fresh moving forward?
can we leave past relationships behind us?