Wednesday, April 28, 2010


Everything falls apart, as the old saying goes.
We build, we crash
we ally, we disband
we contain, we diverge
we destory, we destroy, we destroy

And not just us, but our mother
She unleashes fury to crack our roads
split the trees
erode the land
and everything fills up with entropy
or dispels entropy
however you want to look at it

things do not stay
they change and move
and wreck
Dilapidated. Withered.

Our bodies grow old
fall apart, wrinkled and diseased.
We sag, gravity wins.
Dry hands, stretched and worn.
Years of work in a grip or a touch.

Nothing created. Nothing lost.
A cycle of dissolution, forever and ever,

Friday, April 9, 2010

Spring has sprung. It is good.