Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Long Ride Home

A critical gaze and frustrated remark dropped the guillotine.

Nothing would ever be the same.

North but not quite. Embedded with the usuals, they are typecast.

Outnumbered and mutinous, I'm alone again.

Leave now, fuck this place.

Car v's and caravans of angst. Some find time to relax, I grabbed my crutch and covet it.

Airborne and calamitous the trip continues. Pains author is stalwart.

Can these fragments be salvaged, will these machines ever releave me.

Finally on 10, then awake again.


Sunday, December 2, 2012

Short Cut

Gliding fast in grass was a blast, but had nothing to do with the shortcut.

Turn left, save time, naive rider.

Press on, make amends, seek help and lose again. They have what you have but more. More than you've ever seen or even knew were left.

Meat and mechanism are harmonious here as is obstruction. Each will do his part, none with animosity.

You will seek, find, and seek again. Everything here is different but isn't.

They have their own world, crowded and dark, shallow each one.

Together they are massive and infinite. The machine is gone among the others.

All are together, but not with the others. World within world, all its own.

The tribes compressed and fully autonomous within the shortcut.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Awake to dream

Hustling through corridors and late for class, what class? I should have known.

Struggling to organize, armed for different purpose. Confronted by minors like lethargic zombies, It seems so obvious.

Second farm, placid, perfect. Only a few, but the right few. Nothing to wonder, all is well here.

Ripping through bricked streets guided by the soft educator, his sedan with more miles than mine.
His trust is strong and I'm with them.

I'm now alone. The Carnival obstructs my passage. Undulating conveyors, drunken geriatrics and volatile plumes all obstruct me. I should have known.

Navigating the sooty citys underworld only to emerge in the lair of the dark socials, frequently trapped but always pressing.

How do I get back, how did I arrive? Subtle insight emerges, I'll awake to my destiny.

I should have known, it should have been obvious.