Whose Fool Am I?

Chorus from a song (and band) you probably never heard:

I will be a fool for You any day. I don't claim to understand why
you were pleased to do it this way. But, I will be a fool for you anyway.
I can't explain Your promises, but I can claim them anyway and
I will be a fool for You any day.

Fool - Satellite Soul

Three Pages

Finally! Late this evening - just a short time before I normally run out of mental energy - I sat down and actually started a story I've wanted to begin for two or three months. Almost no editing, that's the best part. I don't know or care if the pages are any good: they exist - finally! - and I know more will follow. Eventually I'll review, fix and most likely trash this night's work. It won't matter because the beginning is underway; it's no longer just a static pile of thoughts and notes.

Finally the train is moving, and the scenery waiting for this journey's passage begins its unfolding.

Time & Space

As in, a little more time will pass before I add anything to this space. Maybe you want to check back in another week?

L'Oeuf

Until morale improves, postings will continue.

After a brief hiatus. We're thinking like, a week.

chasm

coloring outside the lines
heading for the edge
almost off the page this time
sketchbook pilgrimage
maybe I will reach the bridge

cannot find my way to you
held within a cage
all the bars invisible
s...
m...

to be continued

Dear Demosthenes

This is a test of a font-altering scheme. This is only a test.

Oh-Four Trifecta

don't think
answers found
aren't worth the cost
of seeking

don't blink
sights unseen
are lost but for
the missing

don't link
word and deed
but separate
their meaning

April 4 2004

9:07 PM

at the high point: a dead tree,
still standing
evidence of a campfire,
age unknown
snail on a rock (no shell),
inert alive

nearby: evergreen-bough chamber,
animal droppings
single impression in the soft soil
vaguely clawlike
mud and water on every trail
rain ripples

all of this exists because
I screamed and slugged a tree
shouted 'til my voice gave out
made my knuckles bleed
I hit and hit the stoic bark
rage frustration helplessness
and when my thermonuclear fire
was quenched, its fuel spent
my body - standing by the car
in the turnout nowhere near
a stoic tree - rejoined
my quieter imagination
and drove us to the high point

July 2001

today

almost never know what to say
i let the words out anyway
sometimes they end up okay
but i don't always know
one way or the other

i wear a face-like mask
won't deny, but no one ever asks
removal is a daunting task
alone // no one left to care
one way or the other

exhausted hopeless aching drained
i pretend // relentless pain
will i ever laugh again
does anyone else wonder
one way or the other

April 2001

View

Climb to the top
or pretend indifference
After all, you know
any view is still bound
by horizons or haze
or visual acuity
or the vastness of space

No one can see
the center of this galaxy
much less the next one
or infinity
So what's the point
of spending time
exploring strange new places

alone

December 2000

Not Yet

June. First part of June.