posted on April 15, 2011 at 7:37 pm

subroutine

the four winds

the seven seas

the three norns who weave our one destiny

the two heads of dilemma

the 31 days of may

i follow my life down this one way dead end street

i see pretty sights

all those things that money can buy

but my pockets are emptier than my head

and my head is a head ahead of itself

my neck cant hold it up

i rolled it through the aching night

and the music was lovely

it was something i never wrote in this universe

something impure that had been drained of all sourness

something soft and warm and all encompassing

the evening itself surrounds me it holds me here

like gravity the darkness pinned to the floor

i am in free fall

at least its cheap

the motion of headlong tumble is mind nausea

i vomit up words on a forlorn shore

the orchestra all floating in the icy northern waters

fiddle splinters all bobbing on that silent sea

the first man to go down swallowed by a greenish night

the light slipped in the sky

my oh my

and then as the engine begins to die

we get a retry

 

 

13 Responses to “titled nothing”

  1. avatar
    Abel | 15 April 2011 at 8:14 pm #

    Money can buy many things. but for what?

  2. avatar
    adrian swallow | 15 April 2011 at 8:40 pm #

    better emptier pockets than head…than emptier head than pockets

  3. avatar
    meg manestar | 15 April 2011 at 8:40 pm #

    something impure that had been drained of all sourness

    mmmm….

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 April 2011 at 10:03 pm #

    the 3 sheets to the wind.

    wilfred p

  5. avatar
    Wilfred Paradise | 15 April 2011 at 10:04 pm #

    3 sheets to the wind.

    wilfred

  6. avatar
    aisatsu | 16 April 2011 at 1:22 am #

    You know, I feel guilty when I say “lovely” or something like that after you give us a posting piercingly beautiful and sad. But it is. Your gift today is lovely and crystalsharp sad.

  7. avatar
    Cecilia | 16 April 2011 at 1:47 am #

    all those things that money can buy
    but my pockets are emptier than my head
    and my head is a head ahead of itself

    todas aquellas cosas que el dinero puede comprar
    pero mis bolsillos estan mas vacios que mi cabeza
    y mi cabeza es una cabeza que se adelanta

    In this last sentence you lose the “head” word play, to somewhat keep it you could say:
    Y mi cabeza es una cabeza que no cabe.
    and my head is a head that doen’t fit.

  8. avatar
    jen | 16 April 2011 at 8:33 am #

    thankyou

  9. avatar
    hellbound heart | 16 April 2011 at 8:40 am #

    what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
    so haggard and woe-begone?

    love always……

  10. avatar
    andy | 16 April 2011 at 9:20 am #

    i’d be strung-out too!

  11. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 16 April 2011 at 1:48 pm #

    No remorse, No regrets. Some time lost, another time past. Valuables only display worth in someone else’s eye. Becareful as you stumble, because many others enjoy your demise. When you are at the peak, a summit is far off in the distance. Remember the road that brought us all together. The road to greatness, to sadness, the road to madness.

    AsAlways,
    Darrin K.


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