been reading of sperm whales
larger than dinosaurs yet more comparable
to kittens wearing mittens,
rolling about in the sea
"...middle of solitary seas , you find him unbent from the vast corpulence of his dignity, and kitten-like, he plays on the ocean as if it were a hearth."
once they have grown jaded by their kind
drift round and round the world
all alone
for eternity
and feed the leagues of life below in their death
i think of them as i sit alone on my porch
the afternoon is warm, but not hot
my coffee is strong and rests in its mug
upon my legs
balance /blns/ [bal-uhns]
noun
1. a state of equilibrium
every so often the wind and its chimes keep me company
the ant on the railing,
the sound of flapping wings,
a shadow
grazing the rooftop across the way..
its bird bursts into the sky as if through a portal in the atmosphere
a product of addiction walks by
smoking a newport
wide as her shriveled arm.
eyes sunken but not dead.
humming along to an invisible tune
"she gored the dark waves in her madness"
hendrix riffs blasting
from a small red car out front..
it is the pot-bellied neighbor driving away.
oh, all the solitary creatures of today
each with a certain verve
knowingly no better than the other
and i wonder if a lone whale in its hundredth year
is thinking of us up here
above water,
all of us that realize life decays,
every morsel of it,
and therefore live it most preciously,
(as a part of the earth, not a slave to false kingship)
knowing
that humanity wears no crown.
music:
neurosis - enemy of the sun
bloody panda -summon
godflesh - street cleaner
coffee.
sunshine.
happiness.
"..for there is no folly of the beasts of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men"
hello and ta'ta baby.
<3 rexx
larger than dinosaurs yet more comparable
to kittens wearing mittens,
rolling about in the sea
"...middle of solitary seas , you find him unbent from the vast corpulence of his dignity, and kitten-like, he plays on the ocean as if it were a hearth."
once they have grown jaded by their kind
drift round and round the world
all alone
for eternity
and feed the leagues of life below in their death
i think of them as i sit alone on my porch
the afternoon is warm, but not hot
my coffee is strong and rests in its mug
upon my legs
balance /blns/ [bal-uhns]
noun
1. a state of equilibrium
every so often the wind and its chimes keep me company
the ant on the railing,
the sound of flapping wings,
a shadow
grazing the rooftop across the way..
its bird bursts into the sky as if through a portal in the atmosphere
a product of addiction walks by
smoking a newport
wide as her shriveled arm.
eyes sunken but not dead.
humming along to an invisible tune
"she gored the dark waves in her madness"
hendrix riffs blasting
from a small red car out front..
it is the pot-bellied neighbor driving away.
oh, all the solitary creatures of today
each with a certain verve
knowingly no better than the other
and i wonder if a lone whale in its hundredth year
is thinking of us up here
above water,
all of us that realize life decays,
every morsel of it,
and therefore live it most preciously,
(as a part of the earth, not a slave to false kingship)
knowing
that humanity wears no crown.
music:
neurosis - enemy of the sun
bloody panda -summon
godflesh - street cleaner
coffee.
sunshine.
happiness.
"..for there is no folly of the beasts of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men"
hello and ta'ta baby.
<3 rexx
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I found my new fav lunch...... Chicken ramen 1/2 juice of a lime, and a tablespoon of sriracha. Yummy.
SQUISH.
SF hasn't been too bad lately. The fogs rolls over the City and the surrounding headlands like a blanket everyday with clockwork precision. A few choice moments of rain. Disgustingly powerful gusts of wind through the alleys and roads. Personally, I like the howling it causes when I'm laying around my home. ANYWAY.