dark and deep, my well of uncertainty swallows whole good intentions
by Henry Rosenbush on Dec.02, 2009, under Café
The ether has been difficult to navigate recently and this post is compliments of half a morning trying to re-establish connectivity. Forget the imaginary cafe or real apartments, when the ‘net is circumvented it is as useless as pencils with broken tips and no sharpener.
The problem is a temporary fix, like the rock for a crack addict, who knows deep in their fragmented minds it won’t last until tomorrow.
Hopefully, the problem will be resolved before the tenants revolt although several already have surrounded my office, brandishing swords and college book-bound religious edicts of reciprocity they intend to nail into the landlord. Slumlords of the Deep and Dark and Glorious; I am not one by nature but choice never allows nature a photon’s chance in the Milky White Way.
The serfs are terminating the feudal system; wanting to execute once last lord. I did not want to be king of my castle. I never needed a palace. An ocean breeze, a mountained climbed, one more sunset and no more sunrises over visions of decay and corruption.
For me, a cabin in the mountains of the Vermont or the Pacific Northwest would effectively be my zenith. Enough of the nadir which today I realized again how much the view from my deep and dark well of uncertainty is skewered.
I can only hope my good intentions are not swallowed whole by the starving masses camped just on the other side of the moat.
Too cryptic? Had enough of this life but death is not an option until the crows have finished picking clean bones of time and space and there are no more empty glasses of cognac and wine left….
…And the crows have already migrated to Key Largo for the winter. Lucky feathered bastards.
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December 2nd, 2009 on 7:22 pm
Hey, I am thinking of you and hope things get better. As Zorba said in Zorba The Greek “Life Is Trouble. Only Death Is Not.” Let’s both hope that the energy of the start of December is not an indicator for the rest of the month. But the Holidays (Horrordays) always seem to stir up trouble even for those of us who don’t celebrate.
December 2nd, 2009 on 7:34 pm
Thank you, Kalli. Better and brighter energy fields for you, too.
I am not shy in admitting, I too, have always hated fucking Horrordays and empty, nilhistic celebrations.
I promise to continue pushing forth the envelop’s adhesive prison. I will ease universal pain with wit, style, black humor and a promise to piss off the so-called normals.
Zorba was - is - correct and it is a lesson to transform the not of death into a knot of life.