cdlxxxiv. pastures

laboring over goodbyes always felt trite, so forgive the brevity of this partial ending, partial forgetting. please queue at creating patterns. this is the end, my friends. comments are appreciated.

cdlxxxiii. i will be an archive

until further notice.

cdlxxii. you hate flickr?

then you do not understand my art.

cdlxx. one picture of the two of you

so that night, you grew wistful, telling me about the man you loved, and why he could not love you back. sad world, isn’t it?

cdlxix. the touchdown

you return here to your own words to seek the answers to yourself. and it is too late. the words fold their arms and smile in silence. they take no risks. they know what they know, but they will tell you nothing.

cdlxvii. due to the storm

he was off for a few days like before. he will again be if another storm would hit the metropolis.

cdlxv. avoiding complications

don’t drink. don’t smoke. don’t sleep around. don’t take drugs if you can help it. do drive safely. stop when the light turns red. there are reasons for such rules.

cdlxiv. writing poems

some kind of hunting has been going on, and it’s the thrill of capture that i’m after, the victory of pouncing on a piece of life, trapping it in the net of language, pressing it down into black and white.

cdlvii. truce

the war is scheduled for next week. it will be a short war, possibly bloodless. and on the weekend, there will be dancing and birthday parties.

cdlvi. missed photos of you

you are pooling grains and forgetting texture.