remember summer passed

There was a fire last summer, and I had nothing better to do than watch it. I stood there in the dark as a house burned to the ground. People were zombies in the night. Shock had set in. Memories were being engulfed in the flames and all I could do was stand there and watch. Watch and think. The whole neighborhood was out to witness the spectacle. I saw babies' faces illuminated by the flashing lights of police cars. They were serene faces, not quite grasping the magnitude of the end. It was the end. I watched that house burn until the sun peaked over the tree tops and there was nothing left but smouldering recollections. There was loss in the air.

Funny what you remember once the weather changes...

I sat there, gazing
Staring deep into it
Watching it die, listening
Hearing the sounds of
Life's final melancholy
Sigh of relief
It was over, nothing more
Dead
I sat there and watched
Watched it die and yet,
I did nothing except
Look and wait and hope
And for what?
Nothing
Emptiness begetting more
Nothing
Fuck it was beautiful


We just stood there staring
Late July, midnight
All the world had come out to see
The power and the glory
Destruction of innocence, of life
I seemed to lose everything
Consumed with the curtains
It all hit so deeply
Sirens never shut off
Lights never stopped flashing
I was completely alone
All the world was around me
As the music of loss played on
The sun began to rise
And it was a new day

bukowskian thought

the grandfather clock
in the living room
tolls each and
every hour
and some nights
i sit up and
i wonder why
it is that
i can't get
any fucking sleep


a broken in pair of jeans
lying there on the floor.
now there's a symbol for you
almost makes you think.
not too hard though,
it's only a pair of jeans