Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Confusion on the Low Seas

Where am i now? Lost. Forlorn. Small. A million light years away from Father Time. Distant the Mother Nature of moaning, groaning, biting storms with five am lovers like happiness absent in delirium seas. i am here. i am now. Lost i am to the dying star of time's father. To the dying nature of mother's lost and winded sails like sheets flapping in cosmic flatulent wind. Ah, the blog. My friend at last. Come with me to see what once was and will never be, oh feverish days.


Fisheye Lens said...
This comment has been removed by the author.
Fisheye Lens said...

Nicely done. I don't always get your aesthetic, but its howlin' good.

"Flatulent wind" -- that I do get, and lots of it (I think its the protein shakes)

Anonymous said...

There's a melancholy here SC. And flatulence. A harking back to a youth that we cannot hold, time like water droplets slipping between our knarled fingers as well as cloudy memories, cloudy like a fog, a bad smell, a putrid odour, a permeating of the atmosphere by the insipid fart of illusions of a time gone by.


Graven said...

Square-Corn. Thanks for having our backs last night during the 'almost' fisticuffs. Great to finally meet. Great post, too. Keep em comin. The mind is a glass of water.