San Antonio - Day 3
3/01/2007
Looking down a 3rd Story window toward Commerce Street, smoking what could possibly be my last pack of cigarettes. Across the tracks. A mile from the Alamo.
Sleep is confessional; Three shades of self in dream, A love foul with lies - A hope I have released, a sad mystery that haunts my soul; I would rather not know. Bliss. Damn the cruel world for polluting my thoughts with memes.
Time for shower. Last day in this heartless empire, then back home to my hollow nest alone and all too comfortable. I miss you - you know who you are - It is somewhat cruel because I would escape the black hole of Oklahoma, yet it keeps sending me reasons to stay. Perhaps this will be a reason to leave.
In the meantime, let me enjoy my bittersweet fruit. I will be back on Friday. I will return with sore legs and tension, because I have walked and walked and decreased my smoking. Far too many people here ... eating and walking and farting and drinking and laughing, loud Texans scraping the eardrums with ridiculous grunts of simple joy. Perhaps I would appreciate it if I could see things another way. Black/White. Here/There. Left/Right. Up/Down. God/Devil. Drives me fucking insane; I want to shake these assholes and slap them and somehow pull open the veil on their consciousnesses. Poetry is the fizzing of a wick to them, and chirping bird that will leave and they will forget the message it has delivered from hard, black beaks and beady eyes and sharp talons clutching their shoulders and making them bleed for just a moment. They all forget. And shit. And have another beer.
Time for breakfast. Life is good. I have a date tonight with a beautiful woman from Brazilia. Tomorrow I return to my hollow nest quite early in the morning. I miss my kick-ass cats. My beautiful people. Friends and lovers and food in the fridge. I can't wait to return to you.
posted by novachild @ Thursday, March 01, 2007,
1 Comments:
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At 3:08 PM,
~Jennifer~ said...
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It's a shame you have to be amongst so many people who cling to their dark, meaningless, pathetic worlds. Deprived of the world's true beauty. Poetry, nature, love...such things mean little to nothing to them because they are content with their honkey-tonks, their 9-5s, and their satellite television. *sigh*
You are missed-there's no doubt about that. Your world awaits you back home with a warm embrace.
:)
