09/11/2007
Is it hard to love? The long road on which there shall be no parking at anytime also cannot define gravity albeit denser and more shallow and also spattered with lights. Even in Einstein sitting quietly is distance and sitting louder against the woods is some miles more. Filters can pill those bitter arid notes on a guitar. Though sometimes at night you come upon that curve behind thickening trees where broadways video pollution bends to your heels shuffling elyria ave pebbles ahead of you for breadcrumbs. Lifes most magnificent wonder is gods mercy it says. Sure but i never want to be perfect. Leave me alone youd say ill just die and everyone would be better off would go the outer shirt but where would i put my cigarettes i think im being crushed. Would it be hard to evolve? That night it dipped below 40. You saunter through the curl behind sheffield centre. Dips in the road studded with neon delicate and jutting fold your shadow into curbs to protect it from these cannibal streetlights in which your mothers silences listen as you silk past the mill undetected but for this. The skunk pads swiftly across your path. That might be how neal cassady died. Just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in. Oh, the yellow placards denoting wet floor the soundtrack with the gain all the way down the islets of shadows trees make on the sidewalk after midnight after midnight the down the street the down on all four! It threatened rain both of those days but it never did and now its clear to everyone breathing the same old exhaust you look up from walking held to earth and some lawns unowned are allowed to grow wild. Im just relieved to be able to crack my knuckles again. Two deer chasing safety under streetlights pothold with silk lisps and empty aftermidnight concrete through which these veins of stress and trembling run. One day our core will cool. Do you find it difficult to stripe across pavement that way? A woody smear of burn turns onto reid ave a wallowing in learnedness where birdhouses look like pallid floating faces in the dark. There youre humming a monster love ballad for the universe. The highs wash over you swallow the walls and shit light back at the moon the lows traul oneil blvd for wombs to angel and crave vertices to the pit of their mantles. Youll fracture your hands pouncing and skimming through dense grasses trying to grasp what has always and ever been void. And on those nights clouds crazed the sky like a history of pressure pressed in rock? Then the headlights trouble you the newest churches calmly sleep as you pass by. 09/22/2007 Lewis LaCook Director of Web Development Abstract Outlooks Media 440-989-6481 http://www.abstractoutlooks.com Abstract Outlooks Media - Premium Web Hosting, Development, and Art Photography http://www.lewislacook.org lewislacook.org - New Media Poetry and Poetics http://www.xanaxpop.org Xanax Pop - the Poetry of Lewis LaCook ____________________________________________________________________________________ Check out the hottest 2008 models today at Yahoo! Autos. http://autos.yahoo.com/new_cars.html _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
