Passed through the Shadow of Jupiter

In one of those ever so tired moods, when what you know you should do is just go and enjoy the comfort of fresh sheets and deep sleep. But instead you struggle on, past the point at which wakefulness has any meaning. Blurred eyes struggle to capture the light, as reason takes orbit, slumping in a chair and your mind takes a walk, "What did I do? What could I do? Yes, what did I do? Well. . . I thought about you, I thought about you."

Longer living in shadow

It's Sept. 26 and I'm about to revive my old blog, and as I do I discover that there are a few files never finished and published. Frankly they are crap but I'm not deleting anything, but I'm not finishing it either. So here it is published from 5/28/05 to 9/26/08

never really grew beyond that fatal moment
fingers brushed against rough skin
whispers flattening the sound
and heavy lidded expressions grew from sleepless eyes
entranced and exhausted we weaved deep roots together
our branches reaching for the unending skies

but broke ends shift in subtle wastes
and joys once found slide soon lose that tender taste
and distance becomes a

"...will never take me anywhere but here"

The best end of a day comes in dreary shadow. Creeping like a cat through the spaces between us, licking the light from our eyes and carrying us into the velvety depths. In the moments after your passing I think about all that passed in those in between moments. Of the tumble of time and the decay of stagnation found in the dark moment of our past.

Memories rust away in the dim glow. Potential crumpling itself into a ball of decay, ripe with the anxious passing of time. As each moment slips into the next, a tumbling avalanche of time, dominos of lost moments leading into the future, I slip into the same moment. I think the same thoughts. I lose sight of the same goals.

As these thoughts spill together, I get lost in the moment I realize that I have never said goodbye, and as I close my eyes, blinded by these words, I realize, I never said hello either.

The Archives II: Automatic Art History

a drunken hercules pissing...
an unusual floor...
Steve...what a dream...
healed by lance and sword...
a pause, and two heads jumped...
everyone's so tired...
see-god and dolphins play...
and you sleep on the floor of the class...
"everyone, let's deify!"...
obviously public minded...
what a perfect state of preservation...
the glories died 2000 years ago...

The Archives I: The Deadman's Diner

An uninebriated goodevening to you all.
Welcome to the Deadman's Diner,
the drinks are in the sink,
burn 'em if you can.
The world's gone crazey, but then again
so has the cat.
It's alright if you've gone mad because we've been waiting for you here since the sun went down.
Burn yourself out in the candlelight,
it's not so lonely when you're here by yourself.
Pull up a chair, and a hope,
after all, I like knocking both out from beneath the meek and unsuspecting.
Perhaps that's why I'm on the floor.
It's all the same here,
welcome to the deadman's diner.
Dinner's served when you wake up,
If you can't eat it I won't.
It's good to be in a crowd,
when you're really dying.
but don't die alone.
go to the diner,
die with us.
I'll be on the couch,
use the chair.
Don't make a mess,
have a drink,
it's in the sink.
I guess that's what happens when you become stupid.
well i gotta go,
the sun's coming soon,
and I can't forget the promise of doing nothing again.
See you soon,
or not.
Wish you were here,
see you when you're gone.
Don't come back,
when the dawn knocks,
at the deadman's diner.