Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Crumbling Necropolis

Twenty minutes, the sun is out and I can hear sirens.
Lately I have been thinking a lot about brutality.
I watched a young boy with a skateboard as he was thrown into the side of a cop car.
Two pigs shoving hooves into his knee caps.
Search and Seizure.
They threw his skateboard into the street.

It was hard not to stop.
Sometimes it is hard not to scream.

Selfishly, I drove on trying to forget what I had just seen.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

'Notha Day, 'Notha Dolla

I am so tired. Still, I cannot fall asleep. So I am rambling. Reflecting, maybe, is a more appropriate word.

I find myself daydreaming about nights when I felt the same, with the exception of having enough energy to walk the dark streets until dawn. Still, it is hard to get up and out. It is easy to accept that I need to be laying low for a while, but I have been doing the opposite. Professional advice ignored, lectures from loved ones thrown aside. Taking breaks is not in my nature, I feel guilty but refreshed. This day has been a welcome change. 1 out of 6 ain't bad. Not for me, at least. I am an amateur letter-downer, I'll have the art mastered soon enough.

Back to work tomorrow.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Things happen so quickly, I sometimes forget where I was headed at all. Things pile up, slowing down now is impossible but forced. So here I am, sitting. Alone. Finally bored with video games. Waiting to take some muscle relaxants and call it a night.