Gosh, it's amazingly sad how simple it is for me to let my journal slide by the wayside. Where I've been hardly seems like a valid excuse at this point; the paucity of updates makes me tsk-tsk myself. Can I not follow through on anything anymore? Don't answer that.
Work, thankfully, has calmed down enough that I'm back to blogging from my desk.
- Focused.
While I was away I had all of these observations I intended to share, but quite naturally I jotted them down on random receipts and napkins and I can't find any of those now.
I. Beguile me red moon with your face screaming like sun feigning dawn at dusk.
II. Sweet blackberry yields pricked and bleeding hand trembling, blood and juice entwined.
III. On the morning train vanity confirms drained eyes on a made-up face.
IV. The harmonica Wails, whines; it moans and it pines. Breathe in and breathe out.
V. Summer’s come too soon. May’s buds bloom but searing rays Char their wintry skin.
VI. Next to me a cough erupts sightless clouds of germs as I inhale doubt.
VII. Handsome traveler sweeps me away in daydreams fleeting like his strides.
popping clutches on too-steep streets high above
in the city of free love
where the bridge with the golden gates
grants northbound passage to some place
where all of my cares escape.
I ride alone
through falafel-fed streets where vendors thrive
in a city boroughed into five
where lady liberty holds the door
to take your tired, your weak and even your poor
where I push my pedal to the floor.
I ride alone
roll-stopping through streets like no other
in a city with love for its brother
where freedom once rang from a bell that’s cracked
tolling history’s sounds through the streets and back
where I turn home, fears fade to black.
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That's it. I have one piece of short fiction, but you've already read that in a previous post. I took the spook story and spun it into a flash fiction piece because all fiction is based on something real, no? I am trying to write one other piece of fiction, but it may be too late for me to make that work.
In other news, why is it that everytime I get sick I'm immediately suffering from bronchitis, followed by the sinus surge? Also, do they make chewable Mucinex tablets? Because I'm consuming those mugs so often that my swallowing procedure is giving me a repetitive tic of sorts. I look like I'm trying to stretch my neck before a title bout: Round One. Mucinex. Technical Choke Out.
I declare. 30 years is breaking me down, yo.