"he steered by stars of his own invention" (Enger 279).

I gasp for you.
You the busy
You the social
You the uncertain
I am gone
I am needy

There is someone stealing my breath
My porous bags are clogged deep
A sonorous din rises up
It stops short...

You've got a finite task

I get a pile that goes KASPLOOSH!

The work is long and goes unrewarded
I've got mine and you'll get yours.

In a wall of darkened boxes, light means empty

I don't care if my words are non-fat.

All of this.

I am that doctor
Sliding down the hallway
In and out of rooms
I stop
I call
I check
I care
I leave
You've got your dosage now
I want to disembowel
Find the part I like
Puff some hot breaths onto it
Then pin it to my chest
It'll be a soft brace
Against your mark

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Martin Buber tells this tale: "Rabbi Mendel once boasted to his teacher Rabbi Elimelekh that evenings he saw the angel who rolls away the light before the darkness, and mornings the angel who rolls away the darkness before the light. 'Yes,' said Rabbi Elimelekh, 'in my youth I saw that too. Later on you dont see these things any more.' "

Never underestimate the extreme resonance of human interaction.

I woke up this morning to a white landscape ( Read more... )

Well, Im back in Oregon.
I saw Big Fish last night.
On the flight up I wrote a couple of tall tales about flying.
Maybe someday Ill write tall tales about my friends.
Right now I just miss specific inhabitants of Tucson.

//FES//

A lot.