the tongue unties itself

Eyes wide, heart hollow
Looking too far ahead to be seen
Wondering where his dear
mother takes him
Wondering how loud his
voice will be
Wondering who it was
that made him and if
he'll ever learn to read.

Listening to the conversations of trees

Before that talent escapes

Holding on for his life

Even in sleep

Eyes wide...


(I am not normally a serious person. Very rarely, actually, can one take me seriously...which is another reason for this blog I guess. A space to regurgitate that serious shit that builds up. I hope you enjoy this - I also hope you share some of your own.)

benvenuto amici!

upon the curse of a strep throat (the 11th one, at that), i have been stuffing my face with the only things palatable - horrible TV and random blogs. i figure this might as well be a reciprocal relationship. so here goes.

a scribblin'

my mind's a steak, my mind's at stake as
vegetarianism slowly
goes
out
of
style.

an ode to "that guy"

i'm at a loss for words
you've gone and shot the birds
that were carrying my message of truth.