Campaign

The rain.
And the promise of real meaning.
Today.
Makes me weep.

Converge

My records are blank.
But I recognise that the danger has passed.
A stretched moment.
An unexpected pause.
Allows that thing which carries me along.
To stop.
Rage flips and turns.
Sleeping on it's side it finds the cold.
Irritating a tiring injury on my left.
Erupting from me,
a little inconvenience,
and just a little pain.

Conan

If I could I would.
Rewrite this text.
Cowards edit the world.
With only words.
Men of action know enough.
Know better.
Know how words fail.
Know the clarity of silence.
That negotiation is a lie.

Do not mistake excess for richness

This mornings persistent fantasy. An end to all things. A chance to sit on a hill and watch the Earth reorder itself. Free of us, free from me.

I want carnage

Cold stone.
Early morning sunshine.
Crow chatter.
Hill top perspective.
Visible wasteland.

Hat

On the bus. Smells like shit. I can't be sure it's not me.

Whatever

To smile at someone, to feel warmth again for someone. To see something other than confusion, triviality and waste. These are my emotional goals.