�
while california
burns, i hesitate
considering the place where
the air ends & this
deadness begins
�
empty words & isolation,
resonant & absolute & whatever
truth remains exists within
the illusion known as
memory
�
& eventually, we all
believe
�
today, i place my faith
in fire & fear the freedom
offered: martyrdom
at best & no less than
absolution by accident,
tragic but suffering
no further disgrace
�
�
meditations on image or
identity, superimposed on a
field of flame:
reckless idealist?
cowering idiot?
method actress?
willing victim?
�
yes! all at once honest
as i regress
�
consider this place
where the air
ends & one breathless
last chance
begins
�
�
-(me)
24 DEC 99
and when i'm too busy for words, i have all these spares laying around.
But you have such a nice selection to chose from! Thanks, kd.
It's like you're up there marching around again.
You and I should speak voice-to-voice someday. I would quite like that.
more, please.
beautiful beautiful beautiful...
You are beautiful