We would
laugh about certain
points, and
take away a
certain heavy meaning
from a very heavy
thing.

We would neuter
the worst, so
it wasn’t so bad
anymore.

At least,
that’s what
we hope
is going to
happen.

eight months,
one band,
two jobs,
and a trailer-load
later,
they’re home.

Allow me to take
this opportunity to
Flex my
considerable ego.

It sometimes gets
cramped, and
always tries to
get out, just
a bit.

I try to keep the
thing in check, but
everything needs
to stretch some time.

So Excuse me
while I say it,
But,

DAMN,

I’m good.

and despite it’s otherwise stunted growth
manages to stand on its on 5 legs
and crawl blissfully into the barren
future

trying to be made less so
by meaningless talk
about anything
whatsoever,
just to fill the void
of silence that will descend
if for even a moment we
let down our guard,
let the silence lengthen,
let the awkwardness
of everything left unsaid
descend and change everything.

i step over this puddle,
reflecting a concrete sky,
hood up as rain falls.

should our bodies never tire
and our minds never give out
we must climb up ever higher
to the mountain’s tip, and shout
that we’ve finished our ascent,
completed all that we’ve been asked
though it truly was impossible,
this god-forsaken task.

But alas, Our bodies tire
and our minds burn at both ends
and the air we breathe comes harder
as the air around us thins
while we struggle ever higher,
never quite reaching the top,
when do we cease to aspire,
and simply find a place to stop?

Between the head
and the heart,
the guts lie
and the gut feeling
that i don’t have the guts.