process and archive for later disposal

Monday, September 29, 2008

admission: take one

we were far too short
in the timing
in the feeling
in the sense
that i'm far too
senseless
to release


Thursday, September 25, 2008


sunrise. sunrise.

in the meadows,
in the wind,
in the colorless. caption. below.

bottomless sounds.

souls. souls in the ether. e p h e m e r a l
and
sweet and silent.

in the sun. in the sun. in the moon.
in the glow
and the gloom
and the white and blue.
in the
sunrise.


Tuesday, September 23, 2008


"no, i'd rather have that one..."

we hadn't the slightest idea of what to say. no one did. no one ever does.

no. no, i see. i understand completely. the fact of the matter is that it's over. plain and simple. fun while it lasted. not in the cards. pin a cliche to it. however you want. but it's over.

i met him one night, in the thickets and the shrubs near the riverbed just outside Portland, the darkness illuminated by the passing headlights. he offered his support among other things. those things being the pathways to a higher or, as he said, "transcended plane". i thought for a moment while moss grew in slow motion on the logs beneath the water. i saw in there, in the light, suppressed by crashing ferns. my secrets buried me there in the drink.

i'm not the humanoid you thought i was.