Rusty

Listening to Neil on the stereo,
Sounds of the Great White North
Filtered through the USA.

I think my roots are showing.....

Juvenile Capitalism

I went for a walk today and a little kid was selling
lemonade out in front of his house so I bought a
glass for 50 cents.

Ah, capitalism, they start em young down here....

p.s.-Camille's Mom's lemonade is better.

Flash Moments From Within the Haunted Empire (part I)

These are fingersnap moments as I saw them
and took them down.

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Reading Jack in the park
Back against the cool bark
Bugs on my arms are eternity.

***

Ducks lined up on a log in the pond. Litle
feathery soldiers fuffing and ferluffeling.

***

The lake glows turqouise, the colour of God's
eyes, silently rollng in quiet chaos. White
boats dot and dart, pulling white crumbles
behind them. The noise of the city grinds
on at my back. My ears fill with the babel
of the internal combustion engine.

***

The vast sandy sea speckled with sweating,
tanning humanity, living like Romans. Is this
your entitlement while the rest rot and die
in slums?

***

All desire has left my bones. All that remains
is a whisper of a man. I'm made of other stuff
than you.

dumped....

Dumped.  Yet again.  Again, the gears of life grind
inexhaustibly against my heart.  Such is my fate I
suppose.  

I'm so so very tired of thinking that this one will
be different and then have to face the unwavering
heartache yet again.  But she did feel different.
We have so much in common.  We can be vulnerabale
around each other.  We can talk to each other with
open hearts.

I suppose this is for the best.  The religion thing
would have inevitably gotten in the way in the
end.  My world shrank just a little bit last
night and it hurts so much.    

Now, I have no emotional connection to this
city either.  I have nothing to look forward to on
the weekend or the evenings.  I'm back to being
alone.  It also makes it feel like my life here is
only temporary.

Back to working on weekends again....