........

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.

CHAISE LOUNGE

EACH FIBER
CONFORMS AND
IMMEDIATELY BENDS OVER
BACKWARDS TO THE ONSET
OF WEIGHT. I MELT DOWNWARD
RELEASE A SIGH AND
SETTLE INTO THE CUSHIONS.
THE HAS COME TO
AN END. ANY PRESSING WORRY IS
SLOWLY ERASED FROM MY THOUGHTS.
FEELING EXPONENTIALLY RELAXED.
IT SEEMS THAT
I'M BECOMING
THE COUCH.

BE CAREFUL WITH THAT ITS VINTAGE

SITTING ATOP
MY 1977 PUCH
MAXI.
I CAN'T HELP
BUT
LET THE WINDING
ROAD TAKE ME.
CRUISING AT A COOL TWENTY-SIX
MILES PER HOUR.
WITH
NO HAT FOR MY HEAD
THE WIND
TOUSLES
TUMBLES
AND ROLLS MY HAIR IN
EVERY DIRECTION.
KNOWING A STRUGGLE WILL ENSUE
BETWEEN
MY FINGERS AND EACH STRAND OF
MY LOCKS
I RIDE
ONWARD.

THE BEAUTY OF TIME

YOU'RE A COBWEB WITH A
NEW OWNER. WITH RENOVATIONS
TO COME. TO BRING ABOUT A
RIFT IN WHAT YOU KNOW.
ALTER WHAT YOU KNEW FOR
THAT MATTER. IT IS POSSIBLE
YOU WILL BECOME
UNRECOGNIZABLE, EVEN TO
YOURSELF. YOUR ARACHNID WILL
NOT TREAT YOU KINDLY.

MY DEMISE

I THREW DOWN MY ARMS TODAY. THE COLORS
WERE MORE IMPORTANT. IT WAS MY DUTY, FOR
I WAS NEAREST THEM. THE MOMENT I PICKED
THEM UP, I KNEW WHAT I HAD DONE. I AM NOW
RESPONSIBLE FOR CARRYING MY COLORS UNTIL
MY DEATH. NOT A BURDEN A PRIVILEGE.
THE STAFF WAS BITTER COLD ON MY HANDS.
IT WAS HEAVY, UNLIKE WIELDING A 58
SPRINGFIELD I BECAME TIRED QUICKLY. THE
FABRIC SNAPPED AND FLICKED IN THE WIND.
THE FINIAL'S POINT PUNCTURED THE SKY.
A SHOWER OF BULLETS RAINED DOWN ON OUR
UNIT. MANY MEN FELL, MANY MORE FILLED
THE HOLES. THE CANNON FIRE THUNDERED
FROM THE EAST, MOMENTS AFTER THE
EXPLOSION. THE GRAPESHOT'S LOW THUD WAS
HEARD AROUND LEFT AND RIGHT. LEAD: MERE
WEIGHT IN OUR BODIES.
THE CHARGE CONTINUED.