Why the Evening Didn't End (the start)

I awoke with an absolute void in my chest. It felt as if my chest had been pulled and removed; my ribs jutting outwards, some tissue rippage into the core of my stomach. It didn't exactly hurt. I felt immobilized; stunned, thinking that by no means was movement possible and so I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, recollecting every thought in my life, reliving all the moment I couldn't forget no matter how hard I tried. I wanted pain, it would make more sense . Perhaps some lingering, incinerating pain would get me to try. But instead, I just lay there, for about fifteen of the longest minutes in existence, believing the whole time I'd end up dissolving around that void.

Then I got up. It was simple, as simple as one might expect. And there was still no pain, and no further consequences rather than the realization of that void. I still had my wits about me, and my balance. One of my first beliefs was not to look into the mirror. For some reason that terrified me. To feel that I have this absolute void in and on me, but not see it in the mirror? That'd damage me more than anything else. Or to think that there would be something reflecting from that mirror? I wanted none of it.

So I continued my normal routine; grabbed the keys from my basket, along with my wallet and gum, and took to walking downtown. When I got outside, I instantly got this notion that I hadn't been out in a long time, like everything looked eerily similar to the way things used to be. Even the cars looked odd, or out of place. I couldn't quite put it all together, so I just kept walking.

But then it hit me: the dizziness, the feeling that I would topple over any minute. Strange thing was, I knew I wouldn't fall over, as if I couldn't, so instead I meandered down the street like a wave; the crest of my head breaking along with the tides before billowing up again to start the whole process over. I was dizzy, and completely nauseous, but for some reason, the entire time, I had this insatiable certainty that I was okay. That somehow, within the next span of my life, things would turn out fine.

Eventually, I would come to thing it was all just pride.

Speak to Me/Breathe

It once held the flesh of a man who sold his body for war; and carried the needs of his pulse. But now they lie with pictures - and a flag.
It stopped moving thousands of miles away. Yet here it is, resting and coming to life.
Though no one will see it, the existence soon melts to explosion like a lighter in a fire. The mourners have no idea to think about his bones.
The skull has an impression. His is of fear.

Peanut Butter Jelly Time

I really enjoy listening to songs when I think I know the words, but really don't. Once I realize all the words to an entertaining song, I lose a mystique about it that let's me know, that to some degree, the song has absolution; but when I was singing it before, it was my opinion, my version of the song that I wanted to hear.

There are so many magnetic feelings toward anything that sticks in your head, but is still open for interpretation.

Damn the Ease

If she were ever to walk
I'd give her fingers and lanterns to taste

Yet this is not time to bathe
I seize the day by preaching danger

by giving entrails their due contortions

Heavens arise
let the dreams figure their own apprentices
give the clarinet-voiced whips more pleasure

Musings
prayers multiplied, copied
en masse

formal appeasals, satisfy my breathren
satisfy my explorations

And if the Eastern mud ever becomes intolerable
shoots about plays
of eager dismissals

she will abide to hand back my wrenches

No cause for affirmation
the actions remain detrimental

Satisfy me, for fuck sake