DISTRACTIONS

I DON'T HAVE TO THINK ANYMORE...

With work keeping me busy for nine hours out of the day, I find that I have very little time to think about all the thing's that plagued my mind before. It is kind of a relief to not be able to think, I must admit. I don't think I realized just how much so much of what is going on with me was on my mind so consistently and how it was eating at me so intently. Not really having time to think has freed me in a sense...

That probably is not exactly a good thing. I have a lot of thing's I really need to mull over, and I'm not doing that. As for the thing's that were simply torturing me; it is nice to not be ALWAYS thinking about them. Although, that certainly provides for a very boring blog. No thinking means no writing.

Hmmm...

SLEEPING AT LAST:

"Careful Hands"

Put your coat on, this city trembles.
Keep your chin up, as you untangle God
From cold blood and bruises.

We are X-rays of something broken.
Cursive bloodlines write every forecast:
An orchestration Of dissonance and innocent surrender.

When our color dies,
We will bury the ashes of time,
And we will earn new eyes.

Wrists get tired rewriting futures.
Our bodies beg us to be creatures of habit.
We are creatures of habit.

Only with careful hands
We'll turn their fangs into feathers and cures.
Only with careful hands
We'll divide the prisoner
From the pioneer.

Clever beauty,
Umbrellas folding.
In architecture, our lines will measure
A map to find us.
Blue ink will guide us home.

Cranes are creeping, lifting metal,
We will find new ways to settle,
Tipping scales from the killer to its prey.

I can feel the weight around us,
Climbing every rib inside us,
A sanctuary in a lion's mouth