Category: abstract

More abstract posts, sometimes stream of consciousness, poetic or lyrical content, pieces of dreams, artifacts of the imagination, or incoherent rambling.

Eruptions

I once had a dream. I was a seagull, on a first class tour of the clouds and mountaintops of a set of lush, coastal islets.

This land, remote, was pimpled green, and the tips of the great hills and mounts oft charred and exhaled steam, the air smelling of seawater and steam and fog. The isles curved around like a lowercase j, with the largest of the mountains dotting like the top, looking down on the rest of the chain.

At the bottom of the ‘j’ were many smaller ones, and atop each one sat a different person. On my tour, I flew past the first of the pimply hills, surveying the inhumanly large men and women sitting on the various tips of these mountains.

Leeches

Leeches. Leeches everywhere. Not covering every centimeter of every surface, but everywhere I go, I always see a few.

I walk to the bathroom and there are two on the counter top. Flip up the toilet seat and there is one on the other side. Back in my room I find them hiding in plain sight on my computer monitors, and behind clothes and other things disorderly strewn about the floor. I don’t find any in my bed.

I make a point to visit as many places and rooms I can just to see if I can find any leeches there. My car, the garage, I check the refrigerator, not for food, but for leeches. Everywhere I go, I am greeted by the presence of a few leeches preceding my arrival.

They don’t seem to move. They are like movie set props, maybe they only exist in their own reality, but I know they are real. I don’t dare touch them. I don’t disturb them, but I don’t trust them.

to take a pill or to drown

Often I sense I fear sleep. A knowledge resides deep within. The deep, not of any hidden, buried feeling, But rather something that is secure, undisturbed. I’m tired, but my eyes hang on just long enough and when I take to bed, I go under just for a moment’s passing until I pop back up, gasping… Continue reading to take a pill or to drown

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Resurrect Golem

My am rocks Pile am Pretty woman visit Magic woman from trees My from cave Whisper at my Rocks live Resurrect Golem Rocks am Golem My am rocks Golem living Pretty magic woman gone Return to trees Cave alone Golem stay cave My am golem My know rocks Rocks and cave Not like Golem Another… Continue reading Resurrect Golem

Varicose

Out of place like varicose veins Trying to stop blood flow The pressure only rises Swept away, Sun, Tsunami Only seeing red Varix, varix.

Plato

I once had a conversation with Plato The Philosopher. By the time I finished speaking, He had bled to death.