dust hangs, it’s hot but there isn’t that moisture
but the cliche’ doesn’t fit here, it’s not so much dry as it is
heavy, with a weight that could suffocate and outside of the city
i know it does.
you can see it in the eyes of drivers of one pick-em-up truck
after the other. dead smothered, but so self-important
don’t mess with texas, we can handle it all by ourselves.
tis that season of forced socialization and gifting regurgitation. enjoy the moments you find in the middle of the bullshit.
trying to simplify is complex but i continue to work on it.
i like the idea of celebrating the dead instead of mourning for them. although, i, personally, don’t know how to do that since my grieving process isn’t that sophisticated. it seems in parts of Mexican culture, it is believed that death is not the final stage in one’s life but rather a step forward into a higher level of conscience. as i daily age a bit more and grind towards that inevitable, i’d like to think that higher level of consciousness awaits…and that there’s good tunes and some of the fine Mexican folks there have brought some homemade tortillas.
Can’t be what you outta be
Gotta be what you wanna be
Take it with pride and
Like a dragonfly
Dragonfly wants a piece of pie
But he is so strung out
Shake me off the knife because I want to go home
from Dragonfly Pie, Stephen Malkmus & the Jicks
i spent some time writing a eulogy for someone i cared about and it hurt in a way that is hard to describe. trying to explain a life and what that life meant to the ones who loved and cared for that person left me wondering about the explanation of my own existence. my life and what it means, if anything, to anybody that i love and care for. they assure me it does, this isn’t a pity rant but it does give me pause and it reminds me to do and be better, that time is limited and i’ve wasted far too much of it for far too long. so here’s a promise to me, for me and from me to create, care and constantly do things that might better this place we stand on for the one’s that mean something to me.
i bet being airborne as you die
is a weird sensation for the
MIND to process.
don’t they always say that you feel like your
SPIRIT is floating above your
if you are already floating and then your spirit is floating above
your suspended body there must be
some sort of SPIRITUAL chuckle as your
BRAIN processes the
DUALITY of it all.