Mood: The UsualAll India will ever be, fits in the palm of your hand
I should have been there that night you lay
buried in sheets
wondering how something so small
could bring a grown man to his knees.
But these things,
the tiniest mouth, nose, hands,
are anything but small
not when they were never given the chance to grow
not when they make you want
to burst into the sky
burn feet, rubber,
whatever will move faster on tarmac
to get away
outrun the moment that closes in
when she took her first breath
or each hour that followed,
where you wish you had taken pause
You force one too many painkillers
down your throat
to dull the senses
because addiction is better
anything is better
than this hurt that you cannot grasp,
that has you doubled up,
and this is the only way you know
how to make it stop.
Until you see her, carved in gold on yellow pencils
on maps, in newspapers
wishing her name had not been
until you hear a cry, similar in pitch, or desperation
or until, for no apparent reason,
the sky is overcast,
and you know, the sea surrounding the rock on which she lies,
becomes angry, crashing ineffectually against stone
the water exploding into a thousand pieces
and the island stands
to these injustices
...Created 2007-10-03 07:06:35
Journal: blog -------------------------------------------
Mood: The Usuali have a new blog. i don't pay it much attention... leave it home alone for days on end. but sometimes I remember that it's there waiting for me and an entry materialises out of nowhere. comments on the other hand, don't..
what does it take to get people to read your blog? even if it's 'mediochre'
Mood: disappointedI am currently an unemployed bum.
I have all the time on my hands to write.
And I'm completely uninspired.
I thought about writing about my 3 year old nephew's prayer to God to help him find the way to Disney World.. or about this guy who's selling his love on ebay (so far he's reached $86).. or about how I shouldn't have been so sensible and gone to Amsterdam after all even if I couldn't really afford it.
And yet for some reason I don't want to write any of it down. ...Created 2006-10-03 19:07:05
Mood: The UsualThis lack of inspiration has me revisiting old projects. I'm venturing into visual poetry once again. It would help if I knew how the heck to put a photo in my journal. But I don't. So this annoying link will have to do: