am/are a shadow

i am a shadow whose darkness recasts around my face when i speak

we are a shadow living in shades that gray what we once were

the day is a mountain so high we can't take the time to walk around it

the light is a dimming field as our eyes are closing

memories are moments spent never to be played again

steps are footprints vanishing there is no hope to retrace them

roads are traveled fast and then they turn onto blockades

the screen is a projection too convenient to ignore

the nights are like mortuaries for our increments of time

our sleep holds the meaning and our dreams hold the mourning

priorities are asteroids colliding around our universe

or standing like giant fortresses protecting grating nerves

passageway

i'm a spirit in the passageway. appearing and watching from afar. the gathering of angels singing over your head. the weeping of our brothers and sisters at your bed. held up like a state of suspension. a display of colors and cloudless sky. a comforting blue that soothes the pain both within and without. we talk about those memories and conversations. the idiosyncrasies that are both loved and mocked. like only a family can define. do continue to live and breathe.

countdown to extinction

sonn av krusher is playing our second to last show leading up to an "extended hiatus". the show is friday night in athens. i really don't know anyone in athens right now other than phil dwyer, who i haven't seen in years... so hopefully he can make it out. subrig destroyer is an amazing band, kind of like underground metal's answer to lungfish. i'm looking forward to the night, with the exception of the drive home from athens.

We're All Monsters

we are all monsters here- out to destroy each other- looking for holes in the surroundings- breaking from the inside-sickness!-

you are someone else's thought- lying there all broken and bleeding- give us a chance to catch our breath- wait for someone to pick you up-

all there in pieces marked with- labels and categories- claws tear and reassign- you are nothing without subtitles-

we will wait right here- we will destroy ourselves- before we take a step around you- we will stomp you into pieces-

and don't know that you are being picked apart? why don't you know that you are being picked apart?

listening for too long- bite your tongue until it bleeds- selective response- you are being torn apart-

what you have in hiding- unspoken but always there- all words now are true- we want to give them back to you-

dragged in

here we are assessing the damage. naivete unrestrained and vigorous. has brought everything down in flames. i'm really just an observer. a little scarred and a little smarter. not dead but not really living.

a small part

a small part of something quasi-real
a small part of a wide net cast
a small part of the collateral damage
~oh what a flame-out it was~
this is something we can all be proud of
a small part was the first to fall off
a small part that just scraped against the ground
phone in your disgust
feign your cold despair.
encapsulated with the numb black air
lie in a coffin
and wait for the world to begin again.