random fragments

ghosts of the past rising and falling. beginning to fade. the faces first. then the names. hail o golden light. o ever-widening way.

jimson weeds crowned his head. the boy lay, now still. dreaming? with a hand full of dark berries he left at dusk. for the river.

cleansing his hands. in dust and in sky. in blood and in thyme. with wild flowers blooming.

the nightman passes. he smells of saltbush. we is dreaming beneath the boab trees. this ditch is quiet. full of damp tubers.

seeking soft asylum. a house of clay. o to lie beneath wet leaves. inhaling. exhaling. the day.

a soft buzzing in the bones. red earth amongst the reeds.

all gone. save the eyes. and a brain full o’ nematodes. he holds hands with silence. and kneels before. this wall of days.

sleeping beneath a red balloon. he gone at dawn. taken. high above soft yellow roads.

from loamy light. to pools of gray. why the eyes. always last to leave.

a revelation covered in whys

today it occurred to me. for the first time evenly. and in a flash all sudden. that i don’t need a career. i don’t need a career. that’s right. I DON’T NEED A CAREER.

so why did they lie to us back in school? and why have those voices continued to lie? covering me with years. and why have i wasted so much time trying to please those… now faceless, nameless… the ever-fading. wasn’t it enough to simply pursue that for which i was made? music. art. creativity…

this revelation now falls like a dark curtain all covered in whys. to the unlocked day. all white light. ever-expanding, hissing air. when all i needed was enough to survive. and time to dream. to build imaginary bridges across non-existent streams. o earth. some things reveal themselves too slowly. and take half a lifetime. to be half-imagined.