satisfy the inkling::.

There is this little inkling

that gets inside my head

and turns the cranks of thinking

when i should be off to bed

it yells and screams "create something"

do something really sly

make children laugh and grownups sing

but doesn't specify

and so i hope that this will sate

the inkling in my brain

that wakes me so i can create

a silly lil' refrain

the horse has fallen

when one falls off the horse

he picks himself up

dusts himself off

and gets on for another ride

when the horse has fallen

the rider feels helpless

beneath the weight of the beast

regardless

he will struggle till he's free

dust himself off

and trust the horse again

i am the horse

the shave

death to geometry::.

//

a bump on a very long road quickly fades into memory

a forgotten memory

when the next bump shakes the car

suddenly you remember the last one

now there are two points and two points make a line

a line goes on forever

but they are just two bumps on a very long road

just points

not lines

//

why i don't go to the zoo

the emu has pneumonia

the crocodile just sneezed

the anteater looks nauseous

the wolf has lots of fleas

the antelope has measles

the penguin has a cold

the monkey is allergic

to peanuts, dust and mold

the python's rather wheezy

the ape just broke his thumb

the zebra has a blister

the lion's feeling glum

the rhino has a headache

the hippo has a flu

and i'm a hypochondriac

so now i have them too

three::.

//

why does it always start with resolutions?

why are there always goals and objectives?

can we never break free from ourselves

enough

to be ourselves?

no.

and we can never break free from ourselves

enough

to succeed.

they say try

and we do.

they say get back on the horse

and we do.

they say practice makes perfect.

we have plenty of practice.

we know perfection.

it must be failure.

they say try and try again

and we do.

they say the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.

what about bears?

they say don't do that smartaleck thing

but we do.

and then we start repeating

try and try and try....

and then we start believing

try and try and try...

and then we start resolving

because we think

eh...

couldn't hurt

every day.

pursue the white.

create, in shades of grey, a representation of white.

run.

//

reduction::.

//
this is where you will find me

in the black and the grey

in the foggy disconnect between the pure and the present

where we struggle with the wrong and the worse

because right is too bright a notion

white is too bright a hue

so here i will search desperately for white

and though i know my eyes will fail

that one, blinding glimpse will be worth the loss of sight

for it will at least kill this dismal shadow

so this is where you will find me

between the black and the grey
//