Hey Look, It's Wednesday

Up there somewhere is our bloated Texas moon, hanging in the firmament, abiding, dormant. The skies are overcast, clouded with rain, the eternal rains that pass this way throughout the year. And we can rejoice in the coming cold, the Texas cold that will rush through, one drunken bout face down and you'll miss it. But for one fleeting night it will be here.

Me, I am a head full of these very same clouds. The saturated grey swells within my mind and threatens downpours. The weight, the weight, the weight.

the barren congestive declarations
a halo, an ivory halo, framing a window
the empty hole, the hollow
the percussive impact of unspoken agonies
the reptilian avatars
miles of wire
the unyielding maw, never sated, always hungry
always hungry
always hungry

I am standing here
standing in the harsh light
invisible but no less present
hands on the ribbon
hands on the gold
smiling into a void
reveling in the downfall
swelling to absorb the agonies
revealing nothing more than the plot

caught in the woods
paths that end
dead
dead ends
and everywhere is new lines
new ways
news
agonies
Mr. Parker's agonies
unbearable solitude
colonial upstarts seeding lands for blind hoards
clutching lists of empty hopes
and this one stands among them
and this one takes tender steps
missteps
but steps none the less
and that one trembles
and that one reflects
reacts
and this one builds a home in the invisible territories
and this one fills voids with more nothingness
and that one tends the dying gardens
and leaves a trail of crumbs into the grey
this one has but to follow
unless the trail runs out