written by a person i know...
Sunday, February 12, 2006
february with its pepto bismal pink diabetic shock and cardboard love letters with pink hearts and kisses that avoid my black metal mailbox like a mother to be at a leprosy convention it is these dips and dives of irrationality that make one wonder if this life is a matter of chasing something that will never exist if those moments of psuedo gratification are nothing more than replacing the desire for the real with a moment of superficial stupidity she sees herself stretching out with cold arms and hands trying to clench the real, like a dehydrate reaches for a first glass of water, reaching reaching never grabbing a life of constant reaching chasing sublimation craving for fingers in hair or a palm on the small of her back or merely a thought that ignites her brain on fire craving touch to touch being touched and all those other prefixes suffixes suffocates they told her again that this town is spirit murder like quicksand pulling pulling down on her thighs into the fold they tell her live your life with passion live beauty live art live live live it its not a matter of taking yourself seriously, its a matter of recognizing the beauty in art live passion live passion live it eat it dream it drink it and that's what it is the human condition chasing passion chasing the real but never having and if you do have you don't and you clench clench with sugar rotten teeth hoping to hold on