There is an irresistibility about life that no matter how hard you try, you cannot quell. To suppress the urges that life allows will render you insignificant and incoherent. If you meet the great soup with hesitation you find your potential for love and happiness cut in half, and you live out your days in gentle consideration of the best way to end it.

I’ve got to have you in the back of my mind. All of you, all the time, wondering when I’ll next speak to you. Panicking when I realize how far I’ve drifted, my finger hovering over the button afraid to plunge back in. I’ve got to have you permanently stored in my memory, because you won’t let me go. I have to keep you in my mind, I’m bound to you, no matter where I go or what I do. You can get to me anywhere, until the day I die. Information won’t let me be alone, not for a second, not in this lifetime. There’s nowhere to go to get away from you, you have eyes everywhere. I just have to sit here like a wall while you hit tennis balls at me. I can’t get away from you, you thieves, you gangsters, you leeches, you parasites. You suck me in and squeeze everything out of me. And I’m to blame because I can’t let go.

The best views in town are usually from the graveyard.

At night, half conscious,
almost sleeping
I write something down
on a piece of paper,
only to wake up,
read it,
and think,
“what?”

If I keep going like this,
my socks will get mixed up,
I’ll wake up in a bird’s nest,
it’ll make the storks angry.

If I keep going like this,
I’ll run out of impatience,
the timer I set to eternity
will need to be reset.

If I keep going like this
the mirror that I look into
will get bored and leave,
and won’t look back.

If I keep going like this,
I’ll find myself in a meat locker,
my friends will come looking for me
in a vegetable patch.

If I keep going like this,
I’ll reach the center of the moon
press the button of existence
and enjoy a tropical sunset with everyone.

Watch the red sun chase the white sail. Looks like overripe fruit shifting shape growing limbs; sandwater. An endless expanse of cargo ships. The irregular blue of the sea and the blurry ink of the land. A walking, talking, black-hole-arm-flail; a whale watching mission; a hippopotamus child born into mines. Underground tyranny hidden from trees; mess. Calling from the inner-wall, a 3rd attempt at freezing time; diamond age scarab. A hanging eyelash makes up it’s mind. Suffering in the cynic theatre, move or your soul will burst. Watch this shadowing populous and move quietly ahead as the volcanic specter dances.

This narrow path follows blue forest pine and leads to balmy shores. There you will take a drink of candle wax, melted, before enjoying a talk, given by miniature versions of all of the presidents and prime ministers in history, starting with the most recent. They will give you a tour of the dark ore mines where you will listen to the majestic sounds of malfunctioning electricity. Men named Sebastian will cater for your every need. If you get tired, you can swim in the indigo lake, but make sure you do not drift into the center, as it is likely you will be fired upon by an archer who will be watching your every move atop the mountain that is shaped like a bullfrog. 

Seen as clouds
Premature mountains
Evolving

I woke up on a wave. I saw white, everywhere white. Surrounded by invisible concepts. The I that was I is the I that is I when I was then and this is now. Unbeknownst to me, myriad beings infested the matter. I cried for 20 years. Silently. Dark night vultures circled overhead, couldn’t find my way back. Even left breadcrumbs and the path wouldn’t show through all the dust and muck. Then the mountain wisdom penetrated. At this, the shadow leapt impotently to my defense. Good form, sir; but you failed to realize that it’s not a toy to be played with. Water always was my favourite of the elements. We’ve come a long way, haven’t we? Now I see my organs lying on the table. I’m ready to abandon the robe of complex comfort. If I ask nicely, will you let me go?