just a flicker

There's something off in the distance
like a space cowboy weilding a gun
much like it were a sword
expanding only to conceal
a glint sparkling distraction
destorting what was never seen

transformations

the water sign is strong with me. it perhaps has something to do with my march b-day, which happens to be a pisces sign.

should i be scared?


or perhaps i should be excited that the advances of lasik surgery have allowed my eyes to be sliced open, folded, cut even more and then enabling me to see even better. power and technology.

we are all puppets to the machines. the fuel that drives them. but i have a fuel of my own. beer. wine. nectars of such sweet goodness they can do nothing but inspire. especially on a day like today. st. patrick's day. my birthday. add in irish roots and you have a hell of a combination.

but this year is somewhat different from others. there are vast transformations. the obvious. the eyes. the diet. the image. all vast changes from a previous irish alecthegreat.

haikus

all I know is pain
it seeps through all of my pores
raining down on me

I wonder how long
it takes the impossible
to become the now

I hold onto you
even when I should let you go
because I can't stop

god, I want to cry
forceful tears burning my face
these wants simply grow

teardrops falling down
breaking the silence with sound
in wet salt I drown

close but...

I want you
so badly
I want to hold you
to look into your eyes
to tell you I love you
that I need you
to hold you close
and feel your heartbeat
through my chest
no tears
no cries
just us
together
I want to feel you
as we sway to music
that isn't even playing
to have that moment again
where everything is perfect
god       I want you

like fog

something sometimes gets in the way
obscures the path like fog
hovering through a labyrinth
you get stuck    confused
and there's nothing you can really do
so you sit down where you are
hoping that the path clears
leaving passage open for travel
but too much time passes
          and eventually
you lose track of what you were
waiting to come to pass
     so you stand
brush yourself off and
go a different direction

the hallway

standing at one end of the hallway. it extends well beyond the natural borders that any hallway should go. i call this my 51/2 minute hallway. obviously slightly different from exploration b, i do not have any high8s to document the abnormality of the spacial distortion. but trust me when i say, it's disturbing at best. often, the anomally is accompanied by temporal fluctuations. i cannot explain it. it only is. and it's growing. and it's consuming everything.

The full "letter to the aunt" random question response

My Dear Aunt:

You cannot possibly imagine the expression I had when I opened your gift. How you've remembered all this time of my fondness for maple syrup. And not just any maple syrup, but genuine Canadian maple syrup. And now, with rooster in hand, I'll never have to worry about what to put my syrup in. As for the rooster design, I was at first unsure of the meaning. But clearly, it serves many. For example, it's a simple little reminder of the small town where I grew up--thus something to ground me here in the big city. It's also there as a token of the rooster's morning wakeup call. My rooster's call? The sweet delicasy of maple syrup. I only wish that I could truly express to you how I feel about this gift.

With care and love,

Your Nephew