(Letters to my brothers and others) March 2005 to May 2007. |
5-23-05 Delightful laboring gracious, I'm it in pain all the time. Watching never sleeps, stopping hides and walking is drowned in reverb of thought over an echo of light. My ears become canyons and the world is mixed in 5.1. Your tone is beautifully mastered unimaginable in drab underscore, forcing me to listen italicized or miss everything by an inch. I've gargled your thoughts no more. I complained, but the static preached to me still sang. The onset honeymoon funeral march to nowhere went from lightning to end trend end as we search still, seeking peace seemingly steps there but only traversing halfway each time. The tracks, dark and desperate, get shorter as the will creepingly wanes exponentially. Gracious laboring delight, I fancy I'm it in love all the time. The load jumps on my back, forcing me to wind down to you. I creak like a cane, old bonebag lurching hoboesque station to station as I watch this liquid carve a tiny me out of me. Brown and sour are my flavors and rue is my after taste. I offer the patient smile of an afterbirth after rolling my eyes toward you over the impish prereactions you cause and flail erect demons in every direction, hoping you'll come. Panic from starve to settle I compelled, it drug you down into me and I into you with us into and out of it as though we were wet sponge hardening in a metal vice for hours. Be us dry to rust or soft to stale we steel each moment like the master no more wiser. It was I; sad, popping eye of I, who whispered toothily "we should try this again" and off we went... another long day of everything empty ending everful eventful, everso wrong and tinged excitedly. So goes the greatest ride never to get where to go and never to board. The trav'lling digress the track itself. Journey past the neck, over the rocks into the heartland and pick at the sweet meat. It has warmed to you as you warned me you may warm to me. Cascade down, down, further down to take it all in. Here's where you discover everything they "forgot" to tell you in the bio on the scene. Sick laboring steady love, I'm in it passion and plunder everywhere. Interconnect is all around when I need it to be more intrakinetic rather than loose cannon. This roadlife shamble will ramble on throughout me enough to scare me back inside for a good long while if I can't shake things right. Next train leaves in splitsecond thought/react span. If I go I go for good; if not I lay in peace til reinvention boggles me into a retooled priest of a litany of vices (all inclusive) while I try to take back what was once mine, strongarm fashion. This would be called "nothing to do, with five seconds to do it". I opt now. |