To the love far lost and gone in the rain of thought and time - between my lcd screen and the aqua noise t.v. could we meet again? Could we part the frozen rain drops to find a beating heart inside? I look closer and I see your eyes, and I sense the memory of your laughter echoeing in the halls of my mind. I cannot pray for your return, nor can I continue to wonder why your love turned to ashes in the wind. A hawk swoops a chipmunk from the bird feeder today, and gracefully flies away. There is no celebration, there is no funeral procession. There seems to be an order to all of my rambling curiousities, absurdities, and lovers. This order is called life. It is both the darkest depths of a hell unknown, and the most salubrious joy. One brews a needeling fear that makes an ego turn on itself in disgust, the other timeless-bliss, and awestruck-love.

Written today 7.29.11 at 11:11PM - KMLB