Just Wait...

...for inspiration to strike...

Let's try this again then:
so hopefully the verbal torrent,
sputtering, splashing, raining, dashing,
falling from precipitous edificial flashings;
vertigo of a passive mental acting, laughing,
falling, smiling, cringing, crying;
making up for the hot-town's dying,
living for the word that's hardly worth implying,
one that once it's said, renews the predatory flying,
reborn in a wave of flames,
hunting, lunging, waiting, enraging.
Will it see or is it ready to be forgotten,
hosting the thief and what's been brought to him -
let him grin,
let him leer,
show him his place,
and leave him there.
Serenity and soundness,
beliefs to be renown,
can't wait for him to see them now,
posted where such was left to him,
solely to be reclaimed,
confused, untamed,
Let loose to disrupt all that's been laid,
glass and stone and foundational grit,
mortar and grout and functional bricks.
Can he see it now, the monument before him?
Does he see it once, twice, thrice, enrolled in?
Has he caught on to the the disparate flair,
jousting and jumping, landing on what wasn't there?
Master of ceremonies, dedicated to a fall,
leaps of faith, breaking an engine stall;
to the stopped spin of a propeller blade,
until the sun shines down on the solitary glade,
made dark by the impending shade,
hoped for heart but that nothing is made.
Wait for it then...
Just wait...
But to what end?

To what end?!

Avid: A Walk

I've seen the sky as it churns,
as it bowls over itself in waves of tremulous folds;
I've seen the moon as it hides,
behind the crests of this midnight sea...

I've heard the wind as it breathes,
as its fingers find my core;
I've heard the leaves' pleas for hope,
that they fall not far from home...

I know it now...

..Just outside my window;
A soft ringing of chimes,
carrying, as has been carried before,
the tiniest song to my ears,
merely hoping that I hear..

And I wonder where I'd heard it before,
for such a song it is to hear,
that it could sing me to sleep,
painting dreams to accompany me.

Paint the scenes I'd been hoping to find,
or hadn't yet discovered;
A portrait - perchance unexpectedly so -
of something I'd known, but forgotten;
a mosaic of pinpoint colors,
brightened by the darkness which surrounds,
if only momentarily so, such that I might see them again...


--
"Right then. What do you make of this one?"
"Tabbed is it?"
"Just up there. Yep, right there."
"Ah."
"Well?"
"To be honest, he probably hasn't the slightest idea what he's done."
"How do you figure?"
"Just look at it. Then look at everything else. We've been here the whole time, we know where all this is coming from."
"True. But what does it mean in terms of... you know."
"I really don't know that it means for that."
"That's what scares me, because if you don't know, he sure as hell doesn't know."
"We'll just have to wait and see."
"Quite."

Avid: To a Degree

"Shh!! It's starting!"
"Okay, seriously? This can't be that important."
"It might be."
"It wont be - I mean there's nothing there! You can see it in his eyes."
"Well if you'd shut up for a minute."
"Look I'm telling you this will be as worthless as-"
"Shit! Please be quiet... I want to hear this."
"Whatever, I wont hold my breath... (or my tongue)"
"Shut it, the curtain is lifting."

[Applause]

(A little timidly)
Welcome!
It's uh... it's been a while huh? Whoo... I'd introduce myself but it seems you might already know who I am so uh... Well then! I'm back! -ish.
Let's skip the formalities then shall we?

I'm in a rut. Things are going well, but only insofar as I'm willing to admit they're going at all. Balefully. Thought to be so anyway. Forgive me for my candor but there's really nothing to be done about it. I don't know. Maybe there is - I haven't seen any evidence of it yet.

Oh wait! Maybe we'll have a party! No? I guess that works about as well as any other opportunity to make things worse. Wait! Maybe we'll host a big dinner fashioned in the mode of Medieval mead halls where gallantry, chivalry, and pomp are seen as desirably the norm. That works right?

No... people will just get blackout and be too hung-over to do anything.

Maybe we should dress up in 100% organic cotton shirts, pre-worn denim jeans, and Birkenstock clogs and then spend the night in a stupor of New-Age "spirituality" while we sing songs about puddles!

No... people will just get high or tired... either way it'd suck.

Maybe I'll go for a run, purge myself of all negativity like I've been able to in the past. A 15 mile long-run dedicated entirely to bodily and spiritual cleansing!

No... It's 9 degrees outside and the fluid around my eyes would freeze me blind.

Maybe I could just talk to...

--
"Okay... so what are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking I'd have loved to 'av gotten out of here before this shit-show started."
"What?! Can't you see he's bearing his soul?"
"Yeah! I don't wanna sit around for that! I've got more important stuff to do than waste my time while he's monologuing about God knows what... He's just trying to be cryptic that's all - keep the message hidden from them while he makes it blatantly clear just what the hell he's going on about, that he's -"
"Hey! That's enough! Just because you think you know everything doesn't mean you can make this all... cynical and shit."
"It's not cynical, it's just all about -"
--

...her...

--
"There he said it. One word and it all comes crashing down... Curtain's dropped ass-hat!"
"Don't yell at him, this is personal. Just let him finish."
--

No. Because that would be too forward of me.