Showing posts with label april 13. Show all posts
Showing posts with label april 13. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

april 13th, 2010



basic space

I'm reaching for dusty books
with stained pages
as if some magical poem
is the answer.

I'm reaching for nice Cabs
and expensive pasta sauces
as if they contain 
the answer.

I'm reaching for instrumental jazz
downtempo electronica
and pure ambient simplicity
as if they guard
the answer.

I'm looking in all these places
time and time again
expecting new results
but only inching
towards insanity.

I'll continue to reach
for the answer
but it's about time I recognize
what she holds
is just as magnificent.


Monday, April 13, 2009

april 13th, 2009


broth

I am consumed by this song.  I hear my alarm go off and I hit the snooze a few times and when I am finally ready to rise and face the day-- the melody comes to mind and I am lost.  I walk blindly into the bathroom, arms stretched out at full length doing the best zombie impression I know.  I step into the shower in a daze and poorly cleanse myself.  Last week I forgot to turn on the water and stood under the shower head for eleven minutes, eyes glued to the fading red tiles on the wall.  I brush my teeth thoroughly, counter-clockwise with medium strength, one minute.  The melody continues to permeate my skull as I hop into the same pair of skinny black jeans.  I need that consistency.  My shoes are laid out for me and I slip into them with tentative ease.  I am still humming the chorus.  I am still humming the chorus.  It is infectious and awful and leaves a horrible taste in my mouth but only because I know I am so close.  The corks are piling up under the bed planks and at night they get together and map out devious plans to overthrow the tyrant sleeping in peace above them.  I found a map of theirs last week and felt a cold breeze slide across my torso.  I fear not though, for I have momentum on my side and she is one hell of a catalyst.  Auto pilot or not, continue to watch out below.  Rupert is ducking beneath the punches and connecting his jabs with remarkable force.  The exterior tells merely what I cannot hide, and these days, I am hiding more than you know.