state of mind

robot.

robot.

reboot.

The conversation was like peeling layers of skin from an onion. It’s the perpetual time travel that is fundamental to the fundamentalists. Ancient animosities, histories that run deeper than words, to the very core of being. What is the point; the ending is as predictable as the sun descending every day at dusk. Maybe there isn’t any other ending.

Papers piled haphazardly like debris from the aftermath of a tornado. The ants, whose tortuous tunnels have existed here from the beginning, pile up in the corners again, beneath the watchful feet and ensnaring webs of the spiders. Vacuum them up and they return again. This is their eternal grave and dwelling place. They crawl beneath the perpetual pile of their sibling’s exoskeletons, a hungry black river of formic foragers.

[Clytie]

mystery skittle
what exactly is it
why is it white?
do they think a color would
sway your guess?
how come it taste
different to everyone?
citrus
kewi
green apple
pink lemonaid
blackberry
what is the mystery skittle?
it tastes like something
youve had before
but yer not sure what it is
its sweet
and bitter
combined emotions
fill the void
What is it?

[straymonk]

I am drunk on rum and Kahlua and I wonder why I am on the internet in the middle of the night. A date gone sour. A movie gone boring - and I am here typing meaningless words on a keyboard. What is left for those with noone to turn to and ask,"What the hell happened?"

blood gone black
the iron in the hemoglobin, iron from a star
so to the stars again
maybe not so much nothing as a transposition
a metamorphasis
so many friends have touched the other side
the dead outnumber us
the pain will subside

like bones blossoming to a Bach bouree
or the unfurling of a fern frond
or the complicated motions of gluons and quarks rippling through time
or a cat, muscles tensed in predatory anticipation as a bird flits on the ground a few feet away
or a woman, having sex for the first time
or an old man, in the dead of winter, realizing this is his last year
who demands to be taken to the airport

the plane takes off
to the clouds
dishevelment and discomfort, then the welcome landing
you are here

[Clytie]

hidden deep with in the recesses of my mind
a burst of light reaches
thoughts linger pausing for a moment
touching the blackness
caught between here and there
with its fingers outstretched
no where to go wandering aimlessly
as lightening etched across my mind

[Hyakujo's Fox]

There is no thread now, to lead me back. From uneasy dreams, I opened to a darkness in waking. In one of those dreams the thread at last slipped from my hand, silent and unseen. I know I'll not find it again. The rooms of the past I so often walked, in turn disconnect from this world, forever empty now. They float and dissolve into things forgotten. Boxes of words fading like whispers of the dead. The thread lost, I carry nothing. There is only darkness ahead and emptiness behind, and the thin, thin wire that stretches from one to the other.

unraveled

like a torn dress
buried in the deepest depths of the closet
next to the costume you wore to the school play
the dusty one with all the glitter
the dress you used to wear all the time
you wore it in the rain once, soaking wet, mud-stained
now it has acquired a grayish tinge of dust
faded in color and in memory
the threads, worn yet still capable
but only in the most utilitarian sense, now.
Now, there is no beauty to it.

I can’t bear to throw it away.

[trisherina]

Telling you something is like putting money in the bank. It's not coming out again without a service charge.

[Clytie]

crisp white cotton sheets
now rumpled in the night
haphazardly spilled onto the floor
and around the two intertwined
still and unmoving
exhausted with dreams
of long moonlit tangos
amid the midnight hour
vivid dancing in the silver light
her dark mane whirling
with the light surrounding them
her small lithe body moves
agreeing with his
complimenting each other til dawn

[slurpeedemon]

i feel like crying but it's all stuck in my throat so i climb onto the bed where you're on your back and i lay my cheek on your soft furry belly. you don't change position and you start to purr, softly at first then very loudly. we lay like this for a long time and with every renewal of the vibration i feel the tension release from my throat and chest and the tears just leak out and i feel better. a little later you sit up and wash the tears from your fur, then sit and gaze at me serenely. we watch each other for awhile. then you walk over and climb onto my belly, knead a bit, then lie along the length of me, with your head under my chin, paws in my hand.

worlds within worlds
a network of hearts in the darkness
eyes sharing eyes with eyes
the words now are irrelevent
the words fade away over time
like ancient cities with crumbling bridges
the entropy of things

[Clytie]

water surges over the lip of the tub
flooding the bathroom floor
wet footprints
lead from the room to another
trails of towels mark the way
as the water slowly drips
onto the floor below