dan hightower

Remnants lingering like fuses
Fiery words emoting
Tingling the wanting tips
Stripping a melancholic layer
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Splintered handshakes
Course bone breeching skin fragile
Skeletal words wither
Fragmented whispers dissipate
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Sterling silver shining shimmer of glorious rebuke
We traverse the hemispheres of your cortex with alacrity
And splice the action into our television
To watch the jumping thoughts like fleeing fleas on dog’s backs
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The selfishness consumes the good
The good consumes the want to not be
The want to not be provokes the anger
The anger trips me into swagger
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To refrain from imitation is the best revenge. – marcus aurelius


So here I sit in my decadence, replaying the past ten years and searching for something worthwhile and nothing comes, something to be proud of but nothing comes, something to justify the means but there’s no end in sight for this. Hell I don’t even know where to start. Did the slope begin that night of the ninja suit or was it the night I fell down those stairs or the night where I had nominal aphasia from ingesting some pharmaceutical or another or… I wonder if this version of life is all too common or is it a truly unique path I have chosen? Regardless I feel the need now to purge the past, to regurgitate it onto these pages, to transfer the tears and blood, through this ink, to you… do you want it? Well if so then proceed and if not then now would be a grand tyme to go back to that skinny low fat no carb no taste latte as you peruse the rows of books you’ve no intentions on reading but hoping rather to appear as though you have the intention just in case anyone is watching and yeah, I have been there, doing the same as you are now, looking for a cover or a title or a name to stand out because life has grown dreary and it’s tyme to escape, the bag of pot is running low and really how many tyme’s can you watch those same fourteen dvd’s until you come unglued and sever the heads of my upstairs neighbours to make neat little punch bowls from their sawed in half craniums for which to serve chips ‘n’ dip at the next get together of all the couples whom you despise for being in a relationship while still you hiss at anyone daring enough to pursue knowing you more intimately than a one night stand because your heart is fort knox and they haven’t a clue what shape the key takes. So, enjoy…
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