Friday, September 21, 2007
Low on fuel
I'm burnt out on writing…had an 11-page mid-term last week, a several page long 'learning log' for the same class, the brain dumps I've posted here, and a few sizeable entries that I chose not to put up. So, I couldn't muster up much beyond what's below. Enjoy...or not. I've been listening to so much Alice in Chains lately, I'm starting to echo Layne Staley's hopeless apathy. ;)
An event in calligraphy
life writ in ink arid and vacuous
intellectual prostitute alley-fucked
for money, for pride, for fame
usual suspects in a line
ready for the proposition -
anything to defile the space
between Heaven and Earth,
between fire and hearth,
between truth and disguise.
We float again on constellation's wing
up, up, and away to cinder sun
smoldering low and infirm,
a celestial ode to the times
counting black grains through glass -
the beast devours youthful innocence
once bright-eyed now blind
to hope and aspiration,
to strength and inspiration,
to love and despise.
Their eager mouths to feed
suckling lust's tattered wounds
through rotten rows enamel -
poisoned mother's milk -
to grow, to multiply, to overwhelm
world-weary walls and
absentee spine dispositions
afeard honor and honesty,
afeard self-respect and modesty,
afeard life-living and demise.
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