again

the smoke clings to the hair
of previous nights commradery
(sometimes misery)
perpetual circles
we wish we could bend
or straighten out to go our way
instead of the darker trail,
the inevitable one.
stare into the fire
stir the embers
sink into yourself
when you wish everyone or
anyone else would,
just for a moment.

from 6-28-03 a new experiment in random reposting of journals

make the front page
worth the read
sleepy or just
lack of speed.
pitter patter
on the brain
thoughts like raindrops
weird and sane.
"teleport me off this rock"
Mom sold big old
green wall clock
coming home is such relief
like vacation
less the heat
flip through photos
in a shoebox
old love letters
and broken door locks,
revert to past times
is much better
than living life like
Eddie Vedder.

Things from Work

I think it might just be possible to hear wisdom directly from God even from large, smelly men in Iron Maiden T-Shirts.