why does he have to be the fighter? why does he have to fight this persistent ache?
this persistent ache that will never leave him alone, leave him be
why can't the medication murder it? why can't the simple act of writing quell it permanently? why does it take several shots and several tugs to catch the dragon's tail?
stuck at the intersection of Arizona 85 and Arizona 86, the shape formed by them that is
permanently, and waiting for the desert sun to do some damage to his person and his spirit, because it's quicker than the ache taking it's sweet f*****g time
even the simple act of petting his black cat does little to ease his foreboding, his bad luck, like bad luck is his constant companion
all of the hours of music listened to, all of the poems scrawled and typed, all of the yanking and expelling, the dull, persistent ache remains until he becomes yet another statistic, another member of the thirty-five thousand people that couldn't take that ache anymore, the ache that never leaves, the ache that is beyond being the unwelcome house guest
this is his life on the exponential death curve that never fully reaches zero, the horizontal axis in other words but the limit approaches infinity
it feels like infinity for him, a never-ending slide into the abyss
let the abyss eat me, he says, because all the help this life has to offer is null and void
Ken, I needed to stop by and let my mind reintegrate with meaning-full thoughts. We just don't see how little we are in the schema and thereafter its always about us,,,
Dramatic, powerful, a choked scream in the night .. your nullifcation seems somehow a long ways off however. Your words are floundering in dark deep water; they're near taking me there in places, 'waiting for the desert sun to do some damage ~ to his person and his spirit, ~ because it's quicker than the ~ ache taking it's sweet f*****g time' - it's like slowly experiencing a hell on earth.
Such pain is the devil and more, whether it be sickeness or the most terrible loss of direction or .. and your words experience what many could understand and even more not. You write with amazing precision.
What a agony... like a scream to the sky... a longing for understanding... wishing to be numb... letting go... Each sentence strikes out like a fire of existential desire.
Hits like a sledge hammer amigo brutal and honest truthe thats the way it should always be.
Outstanding job on this i always like reading people who cut straight through the bullshit and you do that like a razor my friend cheers and stay crazy
Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..