Gates of the cemetery on Tuesday

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, February 21, 2007 - 23:51:14 - print it raw

On Wednesday they gather round and run the walk. Everybody, everywhere and nobody going nowhere. There's a destination ahead, but no lights to lead the path. Trailblazing is for the blind.

On Thursday they take a breath as the wind sweeps in to blind the course. Harsh conditions, sturdy skin and only the weak of will will return quick to base. Gather up the leather and hide, time to face reality of the pathetic.

On Friday they discover that there is no base. No home to return to and the only way now is forward. Anywhere but here and into the abyss that comes to call itself tomorrow.

On Saturday they blackout. Five times no less and three of which double four six times along the hour. Maths is not a strong suit of any one with ashen fingers.

On Sunday thunder cracks with the fury of squeezed pomegranates.

On Monday the exhaustion of it all sets in.

On Tuesday, the few stand at the gates as the water rains down in the acid foam from the hose.

On that note...

« Name

« email*

« website*

*Optional. Email addresses are neither published, nor collected.

» Karmic deflection of money found into the homeless lost

« once we understand

Entertainment

• Tiny drops on the windshield
• Bright blessed days and dark sacred nights
• Down the sidewalk first thing tomorrow
• Future head borrowed a gun, refused to die
• Dream a thousand times of a smiling immortality
• Come to negotiate, come to change the world