Wednesday, April 22, 2009

life

shuffle, shuffle, stub, hop, hop, limp, trudge, trudge, stumble, stamp, stamp, stamp, falter, d r i f t, stomp, stomp, turn, turn, stomp, turn, rove, ramble, m e a n d e r, plod, plod, plod, pause, turn, hesitate, step, step, jog, jog, run, vault
 f  a  l  l, stop, stirstep, balk, step, waverscuffle, scuffle, step, stride, stride, stride, trip, stall, stump, stomp, stamp, stomp, stump, slog, toil, labor, plod, plod, lumber, trudge, step, step, step, step, step, skip, step, skip, romp, dance, leap

Thursday, April 16, 2009

newspeak

its here and its ungood

Sunday, April 5, 2009

bĂȘte noire

Walking down the street I see his face in the leaves of a tree or the cracks in the sidewalk. He doesn't says anything anymore, just smiles. His grin is worse then the Cheshire Cat's. I swat at the leaves, kick at the walkway, but that smirk always remains. It floats off into my peripheral vision. Becomes a dull little smudge at the edge of my eye that I can never get rid of no matter how furiously I blink.

Passersby pretend they don't notice me battling and cursing my invisible foe.  Self conscious I hurry home, grabbing a discarded copy of ffwd to hide behind.  Stumbling along behind my shield I watch in disbelief as the crossword rearranges itself into his toothy grin.

Fumbling with the keys I open my door scurry inside and slam it behind me bolting the lock and fastening the chain.  I peer down the hallway thankful to not see him anywhere thinking I'm safe from that leer in my home.  Faltering down the hall into the kitchen I pour myself four fingers of a nice 18 year old single malt aged in a sherry oak cask.  Raising the glass to my lips I tip it back, only to exclaim in  dismay as his sneer materializes at the bottom of my remaining solace.

Clutching at the counter with both my hands the glass shatters on the floor.  Dashing to my room, I lock myself in, switch off the lights, and retreat to my bed screwing my eyes shut.  The darkness behind my eyelids coalesces into his face.  Springing out of bed I turn the lights back on my eyes flitting around the room, never resting anywhere for more then a moment.  I will not give in... I will not give... I will not... I will... I... ...