Cut Off

What's there to abscond yourself all about? It happens. Twice. maybe three to five more depending on the month. And so, though they say no news is good news, I'm sure they forgot that your major war correspondent and all of his camera men dying from a blast doesn't mean everyone decided to go home for crumpets. You just got introduced a little more personally to what the shooting's all about. Forget what you think it looks like, I'm smashing. Tap out on that.

Like Elvis and His Mom

It may make you sick or it may make you deliciously happy. The problem is, you really would have to put forth a lot more effort than is horribly necessary to find out which without presently getting there. It's not like flying to the moon or grabbing a wonka bar off the shelf. There is no precedence. No supersedence. Only consequence. And consequences being what they have been, the best you can in all your ways legitimately hope for is both.

Bite down.

Used Again

A funny thing really. The slightest thing can upset it. A crumb of mustard or a bit of an under done potato. And yet it's like a bad penny... combined with a better than realized communal farm; you know, the kind with denzel? I actually do wonder upon the ficklicity of her majesty, for she must of odds be an woman. Quite unlike interest, however, a pleasantry indeed. Like a warm cup of milk and two sugar cubes. Almost as nice as I remember. No. Better. Forgive me, but she's bigger than just your oncy. Even so, and though you may not give a bag of beans, I thank you.

Put On Your Dancing Shoes

The season is back. And some might say with some sort of a sorted vengeance. Of course some say it is no worse than at other times, but then some may really be out past the left field stands concentrating on how well dirt grows upon old rusten coke cans. Dropped by the nobility. talk shows and mob rule. lay it all aside buddy and let me help you find your dad. Because there must be a reason that seven is not as good as eight. It ought and be inherent. and no it isn't the tool itself, the tool is but that. see it for what it is. So I say, come out. Let's see you alive.

Welcome Back to the Dark

It returns and with it so many other things. Like it all never happened.

The Pond of Dreams

It's like nothing you've ever done. It's like everything you ever dreamed of doing. Who cares about busted ear drums or getting janked in the most inopportune places. You'll have plenty of time to think about those things in the air.  But wait you say, I forgot the sack lunch my mom packed for me at the top... You weren't ready. But there's no going back. The dirty midgets who chewed through the now severed break cables made sure of that. ...five minutes would have been enough.  With the hill behind you and the jump in front of you there's only one option. Suck it up and really learn to fly.

Staring You in the Face

Right there in front of you. It has been there all the time. Just ignore it. Forget about it. It's only the screeching of metal and the picking on strings. And you dive in again. Which makes you wonder... is it tenacity or just plain old garden variety lunacy? Well fortuition isn't really in the holster and you're jammed in the back between the shovel and some manner of cloth big enough to wrap a body in. So forget about the spinning table, someone is out to steal your lunch.

Who's Driving This Truck?

It's a lot like being lost in deep space I suppose. Not a one should care for your direction or how fast you may end up getting to where you find yourself directed. You can't really get there under most circumstances anyway. So you could defiantly say that it does something to your brain. A lack of boundaries kind of blows the mind. So before you get your bees all up in your bonnet just know that... well, curiosity is only said to kill cats and other smallish land dwelling creatures.    and porpoises. ...all that tuna. Pull yourself together and hold tight. The wind comes fast at 65.

This Day Should Never Have Come

Before I thought the salmon to be just another unfortunate creature. But at least it ends quickly. Depending on your definition. the end may be quick, but you really can see it coming from a ways off if you aren't looking into the sun. And barring a barrage of trees. Though it may come from the trees. or below from the ground. all those moles. If you could just learn to focus every time your head came above water you might actually notice the end before it notices you. Or maybe you could increase your reaction time. Either way it shouldn't have but was expected to ...and did. So now we just wait to see how long the end actually takes.

May Not Be Warranted at This Point

Possible it's not all gone, just a mostly. The problem is in the reception. It all comes in wrong. I mean, we don't come with a PLL. And neither do they. Of course the central clock is even skewed less than halfway down the pipe so how can you expect to even get it around the block? Well the truth is, you don't  And I don't. And without that expectation where is the bird really? We wait for it. And while waiting I be falling asleep again. So don't wait up for me because I'll have nothing to tell you when I get home. At least nothing beyond what we are already accustom to. Soley while I'm chewing down the bear that I just wrestled you can try and remind me that things can be broken down into even smaller pieces. Bite size. Bad news. And thus the new day brings on many of the same things the old one brought. This time in technicolor. Here's hoping for a TKO before the third round.

Still Thinking?

So you've got grape, cherry, and strawberry. You want eldridge panayo but they're fresh out. As always. So what do you do? mix and match? settle for the cherry? or keep pretending that grape is indeed your flavor of choice? -it certainly isn't strawberry, though that jazz seems to be everywhere. So you think about it as it all melts before you. The big problem is you're probably forgetting that they're all some pear derivative. Just ask the people who made it. Really. Ask them. And as you wait for your decision to surface you miss out on how funny it is that you're dying for the bean but they're all pear anyway. Why? Because they don't all taste the same to you.

Step Off

Stop. Think about what you're into. There may be some other way. I know they say there isn't. Looking out though you get the chance to think that somehow there's more than whites and yellows down there. The line is drawn but the masses are indistinguishable. Out here though? None of that exists. Nothing really at all. At least you may think so. But opposite the view? The world is still hanging around waiting to see what'll come around next. Not that they bought stock. And they're probably betting away. You forget though. You're not an AB. So take the step.

And My Axe

Just walking along on the road. Finding small pebbles in my shoes. Dusts of time covering my feet. Would you like to fish? What the devil for? ...and watch yours too. Just come along with me and we'll find Bob's happy little trees out there. For the catching. Alone. Or in pairs.  There's something in the woods. Not happy. It's probably human. Probably in its third month. Probably wanting a bit of cheddar.  So shoot all you like and I'll keep pretending that my swinging is doing something. It's monday after all.