Friday, April 15, 2005

Defending the Fort

One last bullet to defend the fort with. That other guy. Schiophrenia in reverse. Calvin and Hobbes. Fight Club. My Life. Oh, my locust life. Wanting to be unopposed. Lied to. Who else to follow? No fear?

What am I protecting?
Memory failing me. Or is it just being kind?

Gaps. Can't connect the dots. Can't even see the dots. Speed bumps waking me up. From slumber. Don't wake a sleeping dog. How about a snoring lion?

Don't tell a soul about my disorder. It's only a scratch. I know I am bleeding. On the inside. Nobody will see it. Nobody will know. Private life. Shadow in the dark. Ostrich burger some day?

Goal line stand. Won't score on me. We'll both be bloody in the process. Play be the rules. Martyr without a cause. Raging at unreachable glory.
Man, what a bind.

What am I supporting? Valor. Vows. Honor.

Surrender. Storms. Justice. Much to lose.

Love and truth

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I usually feel like this on tax day, too.

3:04 PM  
Blogger Brett said...

Very funny. Humor me with Perspective. That'll take my eye off my lent filled navel..

3:41 PM  

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