desert skin

cracked colors

orange

red yellow filters

confuse thoughts

leaving isolated images

flittering past eyes

unseen

mind plays an awful cruel trick

while eyes are closed

you brush past

a wind swept breeze

dancing to music no one else hears

in shades of green

with hints of brown

rusted tips of grass

burn in the afternoon

when sun's rays kiss

earth's aging hairs

sunbleached facade

There's something off in the distance

like a space cowboy weilding a gun

much like it were a sword

expanding only to conceal

a glint sparkling distraction

destorting what was never seen

the water sign is strong with me. it perhaps has something to do with my march b-day, which happens to be a pisces sign.

should i be scared?

or perhaps i should be excited that the advances of lasik surgery have allowed my eyes to be sliced open, folded, cut even more and then enabling me to see even better. power and technology.

we are all puppets to the machines. the fuel that drives them. but i have a fuel of my own. beer. wine. nectars of such sweet goodness they can do nothing but inspire. especially on a day like today. st. patrick's day. my birthday. add in irish roots and you have a hell of a combination.

but this year is somewhat different from others. there are vast transformations. the obvious. the eyes. the diet. the image. all vast changes from a previous irish alecthegreat.

all I know is pain

it seeps through all of my pores

raining down on me

I wonder how long

it takes the impossible

to become the now

I hold onto you

even when I should let you go

because I can't stop

god, I want to cry

forceful tears burning my face

these wants simply grow

teardrops falling down

breaking the silence with sound

in wet salt I drown

I want you

so badly

I want to hold you

to look into your eyes

to tell you I love you

that I need you

to hold you close

and feel your heartbeat

through my chest

no tears

no cries

just us

together

I want to feel you

as we sway to music

that isn't even playing

to have that moment again

where everything is perfect

god I want you

something sometimes gets in the way

obscures the path like fog

hovering through a labyrinth

you get stuck confused

and there's nothing you can really do

so you sit down where you are

hoping that the path clears

leaving passage open for travel

but too much time passes

and eventually

you lose track of what you were

waiting to come to pass

so you stand

brush yourself off and

go a different direction

standing at one end of the hallway. it extends well beyond the natural borders that any hallway should go. i call this my 51/2 minute hallway. obviously slightly different from exploration b, i do not have any high8s to document the abnormality of the spacial distortion. but trust me when i say, it's disturbing at best. often, the anomally is accompanied by temporal fluctuations. i cannot explain it. it only is. and it's growing. and it's consuming everything.

My Dear Aunt:

You cannot possibly imagine the expression I had when I opened your gift. How you've remembered all this time of my fondness for maple syrup. And not just any maple syrup, but genuine Canadian maple syrup. And now, with rooster in hand, I'll never have to worry about what to put my syrup in. As for the rooster design, I was at first unsure of the meaning. But clearly, it serves many. For example, it's a simple little reminder of the small town where I grew up--thus something to ground me here in the big city. It's also there as a token of the rooster's morning wakeup call. My rooster's call? The sweet delicasy of maple syrup. I only wish that I could truly express to you how I feel about this gift.

With care and love,

Your Nephew