spoken word

I went to a poetry slam event last night and ir rocked my world seeing these guys that made their living going around the country speaking epic words that tugged at the mind and soul.

can't seem to focus

the wind is racing
spreading the leaves everywhere
while my mind is lost.

why

I found I have an aversion to anything Catherine Hepburn or anything by Georgia O'Keefe. Hepburn I understand why, it was because her image was used in a poor stencil showing at a Barnes and Noble, so it makes me think of shoddy workmanship. As for O'Keefe, I don't know. I found myself cursing her work though in a poster shop today.

no one wants to die alone

green post it notes fall
but the words in pen remain.
they are immortal.

onward.

Kerouac had a lot of grand plans for the future, one of which included using money from a long waited advance on his novel to start up a farm share with Neal Cassady and his sister and her husband, and his (Jack's) mother. He finally got the money, but when the plan was enacted, it failed. Mother Kerouac wanted to go back to the east coast, the husband of his sister wanted to go back to the east coast, and everyone was disenchanted with the idea soon after it was in play.
I'm not even sure what I want to do with the rest of my time tonight.

engine in motion
with all its cogs and sprockets.
and the leaves then fell.

I'm going to be more bummed out if my camera won't work again than when I learned I tanked my midterm.

short story

There is a white room and in this room there is a red ball, bouncing. Now thanks to gravity, the ball's bounces lower and lower and lower until it is nearly at rest when suddenly it is scooped up by a boy and placed in his pocket.
The boy walks out the door and is blinded by the sun but only for a few seconds. Once he reorients himself, he walks towards the tree.
Now the tree is, how might you say this, --wise. It is sagacious. It bears the gnarled marks of age upon its trunk but also possesses the leaves and fruit of youth.
In front of the tree there is a hole no larger than a man's fist and the boy drops the red ball into the ground.
What happens next does not astonish the boy as the tree begins to bounce.
Up and down and up again but gravity keeps it from getting too high but even after a low bounce the earth shakes when the tree lands.
From the heights of the tree there is a snap and something falls breaking a tremendous amount of branches on the way down. With a great crash a girl lands on the ground in front of the boy, smiling. It was a fall that would've broken delicate china, but not her. A book falls next to her with a thud and it is bound in green leather and the cover closed with a wax seal. A pen then drops like a falling arrow into the earth and the tree says, Choose wisely my son.
Another boy wakes up, sweating.