Monday, November 22, 2010

Some Assembly Required

The swell fades. The lion eats it's prey. I was young once but now I'm washed away. I struggled to stay awake while the calm flooded my brain. I dreamed of bright lights, low windows, and a kitchen knife. I was riding a shared river of invasive current finding that my only salvation was action. Down into the layers I delved for a pearl of forbearance, a ticket to ride. The day begins cold. The sweat remains. An archaic reptilian brain meeting the demands of the devices to which it is enslaved. The computer. The stove. The toilet. The trash can rolled out to the street. The newspaper slamming the door. The front page promising grim while I live vicariously through the sports section.