FIBERS

ON THE BROW OF SUCCESS.
FLICKED AWAY BY A DIRTY CLOTH.
BECOMING A DAMP SPOT ON COTTON
AND POLYESTER. SOON TO BE EVAPORATED.

CHARLOTTE

REMINISCING ABOUT HIS FIRST WIFE.
STRAIGHT INTO COLLEGE, MAKING IT HAPPEN.
LOVING ONE ANOTHER FOR A TIME. HER WITH
CHILD, HE WAS NOT THE FATHER. THOUGHTS
OF HIS CURRENT WIFE ENTER HIS MIND, AND
THEIR STORY UNFOLDS. THEIR FIRST DATE,
WE DROVE BY IT. THEIR FAVORITE
RESTAURANT, WE DROVE BY IT.

GETTING SOMEWHERE

HIS HEART LIES WITHIN THE PEDALS. BRINGING POWER
TO HIS SLENDER FRAME. WITH EACH ROTATION HIS
PEDALS PULL THE CHAIN AROUND , CIRCULATING LIFE
WITH EACH MOVEMENT THE SOLES ARE WORN WELL
WITH EXPERIENCE ALLOWING FOR THE ONSET OF
KNOWLEDGE KNOWLEDGE OF THE EARTH AND ITS
SURFACES YEARNING FOR THAT PERFECT ROAD NOT
OFTEN FOUND HE RIDES THROUGH THE HOLES AND
OVER THE BUMPS CHECKING FOR THE PAIN ONLY
AFTER THE ACTION HIS BACK BECOMES THE SEAT FOR
GREAT WEIGHT AS LONG AS HIS FEET ARE HOLDING
HIM UP AND THEY MOVE HIM FORWARD THERE ARE NO
WORRIES NO CARES IN THE LIGHT AND DARK HIS EYED
REFLECT IT BACK YEARNING FOR THAT PERFECT ROAD
HE RIDES UNTIL HE ARRIVES FROM THERE IT IS NOT
WORK ANYMORE JUST ENJOYMENT AT HIS HIGHEST
SPEED HE RIDES UNENCUMBERED HE RIDES FOR
THOSE MOMENTS

OHH MICHIGAN

WINTER'S BARREN CHILL COME LATE EACH YEAR
FOR A SOMEWHAT UNWELCOME STAY IN OUR
NORTHERN TERRITORY. ITS GUSTS PLUCK
ANY LEAF FROM OUR TREE'S GRASPS, ANY
LEAF THAT AUTUMN HASN'T SHAKEN DOWN
HIMSELF OF COURSE. AS WE LOOK TO THE
SKIES FOR ANY FAINT FLUTTER OF THAT,
EARTHBOUND SUBSTANCE. A SHUTTER RUNS
THROUGH US AT THE NEWS OF WINTER'S
RETURN, PRAISING THE SIGHT OF A
SOMEWHAT COLORED CHRISTMAS DAY.
IT JUST GOES TO SHOW US THE UNPREDICTABLE
NATURE, THAT IS MIDWEST WEATHER.

........

I WOULDN'T CONSIDER IT
PROCRASTINATION OR EVEN
LAZINESS. I'D CALL IT
MOTIVATIONALLY CHALLENGED.
THE URGE TO CONTINUE
AND MOT TIMES START
SOMETHING NEW IS AT
A MINIMAL LEVEL. I MIGHT
NOT FINI......

DON'T JUDGE ME

IT MADE ME LAUGH THEN AND
EVEN NOW. HE AND I, DANCING
IN A GARAGE. ONE OF EACH OF
OUR HANDS CLASPEDAT OUR
SIDES. WHILE THE OTHER
SEEMED TO GRAPPLE ONE
ANOTHERS ASS CHEEK. OUR
LAME TWO STEP CONTINUED.
THE LIVE MUSIC AND
SURROUNDING FRIENDS FED
OUR FUN. MY LOVELY LOCKS
OF HAIR SWAYED SIDE TO
SIDE. WITH NOW TRUE
DIRECTION O R MOTIVE, WE
ENDED OUR SHUFFLE. THE
ONLY RECORD OF THE
ACTION WAS THE SMILES ON
OUR FACES. OF COURSE, THE
VIDEO CAMERA DID A GOOD
JOB REMEMBERING THAT
SCENE TOO.

the video to the text:
http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/video/video.php?v=515188028988

THE GREAT WAVE OFF KANAGAWA

A RISE AND

FALL.
THIS SCENE LIFTS ME
UP AND SETS ME

DOWN.

PEERING OUT ACROSS THE

OPEN

EXPANSE, THE ANGLERS WATCH
AS BLUE GOLIATHS MAKE THEIR
PRESENCE KNOWN. THE CRESTS
TOWER

OVER THEM.
PURE IVORY AND AZUL CRASH
UPON THEIR BARGES. WITH
IT'S MILLION HANDS AND FINGERS
REACHING OUT AND YEARNING
FOR THE WEATHERED BOWS.
HUMBLY AWAITINGTHE NEXT
TIDAL
BREAK
TO FALL UPON
THEM. THE MEN, IN A CROUCHED
STANCE, BOW IN HONOR TO
THOSE WAVES.

FUJI ON THE DISTANT

H O R I Z O N.

GRNADUER AMD A CERTAIN
CONTROLLED CHAOS
SURROUNDING THE DORMANT
PEAK. AS IF IN THE GRIPS OF
THE WAVE, FUJI REMAINS
UNSCAVED AND RIGID. IN A
FRAME OF FOAM AND WATER
FUJI STANDS

SILENT.

I WROTE THIS IN HONOR OF MY FAVORITE JAPANESE PRINT.