nightfall

oxygen molecules
under the memory of a sun bleached sky
caress my skin
exposed to these sunkissed fingers tingerd with dew
I am ten years old again
begging for one more round of hide-and-go-seek tag before bed
summer has arrived

Capitalist Zen

Do you ever feel the need for a late night trip to a 24 hour box store, the desire to lose yourself aimlessly in the maze of attractive consumerism? Maybe it's summer boredom setting in or the slight insanity of insomnia but the mundane linoleum floors beckon. When everything is dark outside they hold the promise of painful brightness. Under the track lighting the fluorescent glow slowly bleaches your soul: empty, numb, indifferent. This incapacity to feel is what you wanted all along but as it settles into your bones a frantic hum takes hold behind your eyes. A hum that promises everything will be ok if we just buy something. And it works.

Are we running from God or trying to buy our way back?

Waiting

"Wait in line
'Till your time
Ticking clock
Everyone stop
Everyone's saying different things to me"


- In the Waiting Line (Zero7)