idallassleeping less and reading more

I wish the world a happy hello.
I wish to you a happy hello.
I wish to me a happy hello, and perhaps
a thank you and good wishes, too.

I hear my name ring through your teeth,
so false and shimmering they are.
I feel my heart spring up from my grave,
the day of my untimely death.
I wait and watch as my memory crumbles,
the last thing I have left.
I mist and tear when a movie ends,
and the good guy doesn’t win.

So, I wish to you, and yours and ours,
a happy happy day. I hope to you all
good things come now and forever on.

people don’t live their lives today. They wake up when an electronic device tells them to. They read about people they don’t know and will never know in a newspaper delivered by somebody they will probably never meet. then they eat processed food and top it off with some vitamins just to be sure they remain healthy and happy. then they drive to a manufactured job providing unnecessary services for unnecessary people. Then they spend their time thinking about doing things that don’t matter with people they’d like to know. Then they come home and pretend they have hobbies.

vive.

Laugh with me, and fix your mussed
hair. Or err,
alone.

Layers of musty, green leaf
drift and fill the underground room.

The crayola colors drip from wax candles above. Naked morons bend and boil right over them… public sizzles.

The future is something. Different. Little. Yellow. Anything, but this pain.

We hold our arms together and stamp our feet in the dust. Feel the wash sweep over, and breath the glory in.

Together, we have found you. Alone among the stars. Tired and waiting for your moment to come.
Knowing. Seeing. Thinking.

A refreshing, slow day yesterday keeps me humming to myself today. I’m not too worried about this or that thing, or that or this problem. I’m wandering from thought to thought where just days ago, I was trying hard not to race. I do feel that maybe something solid has been lifted from our shoulders, though I don’t want to be too quick to assume. And maybe it’s all just magick, and maybe I believe it.