triggered actions that move painfully slow
creep across the perpetually shifting distance.
the full moon seems closer tonight
palming havoc spells meant to mystify us.
foggy roads could not be shared.
we head in opposite directions.
our choices planned without the unexpected
margin of error.

something like a failing imagination.

fei. ricky. donnie. luca. e.

home. by lawrence wong.

nonrecurring.

friday night.


danielle. lee. kuz. ariel. e. annie. boone. dave. stefo. mayo. jose. grock. jack.

"my experience the last 4 days can be expressed in very marxist/hegelian terms. essentially, marx built his theory on the hegelian notion of thesis, antithesis, synthesis. as in the stages of history. so thursday was the thesis. one of the worst nights of my life. the antithesis of that night was friday, one of the most fun nights i've ever had with any group of people. and saturday/sunday has been the synthesis, emotions of both, but overall positive!"

circular histories intertwined too tightly.

the tattered rope snapped.
and i fell right into the heart
of an asparagus lasagna.

a little lost.

i spend the rare time i get with you these days
watching you play on your computer
until you announce that you're too tired
once an actual conversation starts.

once upon a time we knew each other well
better than ourselves, perhaps.
and once upon a time we could let these
idle moments pass us by

but i count the moments that aren't ours now
and maybe wish you were never in my life to begin with,
so i wouldn't have anything to miss...
not even your angry, passive silence.

i don't wait for your phone call anymore.
instead, i cook dinners and watch movies
until i can figure out an escape plan
from this mess i placed myself into.

documented.
recorded.
published.
arrived.
reunited.
departed.
sang.
cried.
cooked.
cleaned.
defied.
asked why.
drove.
came.
threw up.
listened.

remembered,
i'm the only sober one tonight.



wig in a box. stephen trask.