schizophrenic

change with force

personality battles in

private serenity and

peace

never

chastened pressures

persuasions told again and

again

remember their calling

Suspended Consciousness

Model: KL Photographer: JR Lindsey

WAXING

Photo Cred: JR Lindsey

Local skier Bobby Monson waxing new Surface Skis (Anthony B's New Life).  

unmeasured tune

the tune makes its’ mark

in the air, making itself felt

in an unfeeling world. now, then,

earsplitting silence

knowing i cannot remember

the rhythm and beat

of futures never told,

holding alone, unanswered questions,

except for the young at heart

a door to a tomb of       timeless           existence

soon becoming the untranslatable tune

reaching ahead for the abyss.

Temperature On My Tongue

Wow. I am stuck in this cave, this box. I think I'm claustrophobic. No. ADD. ADHD? Energy? Snuffed out. Like that spiced cider candle I blew out last night. The walls, I think they are trying to tell me something. They are laughing at me. Torturing me because I am their prisoner. My brain: exhausted. Can't concentrate. The little box of motion pictures is making me drool, the chefs artistically and flawlessly handle exotic foods. Or maybe they only seem exotic because I am so far away from that perfectly decorated, white plate, laying before the judges. Who are they to judge. Not everyone has the same taste buds. Why are they called taste buds anyway? They are not my buds. I don't even know who they are or what they do. Do, do, do, do, do. Why is it always what you do? It's not what you do though. How you do it is what matters. Dyslexic. Seriously, it's entertaining at times. Crunch. Crack. Crunch. Cinnamon. Temperature crescendoing against my tongue. A piece slices into my tongue. Unexpected. Ouch. Zapping me back to the real world. Thanks a lot stupid mint.

True or False

True or False: All photography is lies.

Engaged

Have you ever seen nineteen tons of glitter tossed onto an awaiting black canvas? Friday night, that was the sky. Have you ever seen nineteen tons of of glitter stuck into a ring? Okay, so maybe that isn't physically possible, unless it is a really, really giant ring. But in any case, use your imagination, and that is what got placed on my left hand last Friday night. The snow that we hiked on for ten minutes to our spot in the mountains was also glittering under the stars and the headlight. And if you really want me to be cliche, our eyes might have glittered and had permanent smile wrinkles around them the whole night. This is more of a personal story, but give me a break, I had to say something. I love you B.