Wednesday, September 08, 2010

Lonely Shoulder

The sands are slipping, she is falling away.

Light, you traitor, warm and comforting,
Refract, turn the corner, bring cohorts
Responsibility, Obligation, and Practicality.

Where dreams had found shelter, now
hollow echo, like a rumble, demanding
succor from the excesses of a drug.

I have stood still, the Earth moved away.

Thursday, September 02, 2010


He looked anticipatory, not as in eager, but with wary eyes, like someone scanning dark clouds for foretelling contours. Lightening struck. "Originally pronounced 'University,' it meant the best, or at least the advanced tier. A victim of time and its users lower class sensibilities." The silence that followed could be seen as the respect due a piece of culture flagrantly violated by the self same people it was used to define, or quiet pity for an addled mind.