The cicadas scream
I envy them that release
In this choking haze.

The way is clear now
Grey clouds roll past on hot winds
As the journey ends.

Washed up on a shoal
Broken and staring upward
At the empty sky.

An undead mariachi band came in the back door and started to play. Not sure even the bar knew they were coming. They played a Misfits cover, a Dead Milkmen cover, a Tom Waits cover and a Devo cover. And then they were gone ( Read more... )

Won't you sing to me?
I can't find my way alone--
Grant me just one note.

I was never a great amorist, though I have loved several people very deeply.

--H.G. Wells

Everyone lets the present moment slip by, then looks for it as though he thought it were somewhere else.

--Yamamoto Tsunetomo, The Hagakure

Smell of wet concrete
Pretty girls with wavy hair
Wind-hiss through bare trees
Streetlights bright on grey puddles
Floating World, this rain, this town

Spring returns to us,
As if angered by delay,
With furious storm.

The dead trees whisper
As winter filters through them
In perfect stillness.