Furibundum

NOLA dodged the Gustav bullet, I guess. Of course, the day of Katrina they said the same thing. Not until the day after did the soup bowl break and the deluge rushed in. It's still iffy there, I reckon. Lots of walls leaking excessively now and one dirt levee ready to blow "at any minute." Of course, at any minute since I first heard that breaking news story about six hours ago. I don't give a shit that Sarah Palin's kid is knocked up or even how far along the pregnancy. Or anything about any of the Palin ménage really. I just hope for Sarah to completely disappear from the scene in a couple of months anyway. Sarah who? I will say that I don't know what the hell whichever kid's dilemma has to do with her being McCain's VP pick regardless. I wouldn't doubt either that maybe she might actually be Trig's granny, despite her laying claim to Mom. Maybe Bristol is a slut for all I know. But again, I couldn't care less and I don't think it mat...

This one is for Cris (deuxième), and for myself as well. I had a dream last night ... one of those vivid, life-rewound varieties of dreams, affective and not easily shaken. Love you, and still sorry. What have I done? Where have I come from? When I burnt the backs with the sun through a glass did I seal the loss that's become me? Feeling undone, what have I become? When I turned my back on you I turned my back on myself and became this machine. Thoughtlessness, selfishness, hopelessness, arrogant. I feel it on the inside, twisting and contorting. Memory has shaped me once again. Still feel you on the inside, biting through and stinging. Will I ever forget to remember? Shadows in the sun filter through us. Still wrestle the demons that arrested me as a child, confession rejected. We grow up to give up. People step on the cracks for wounds owed paid back through the words of surrender. Emptiness, loneliness, listlessness, worthless. Can you save me from myself, from these memories? S...