nexht

I'll rise.

towering

like the edge of a canyon,

wandering the landscape.

birds languish.

swooping

and then I

leave the sky completely.

interstellar dweller,

that's it.

looking both ways as I cross the stars.

to spin away from the comfortable constellation.

"!st"

silence clouds the room,

like thick fog from a night

of bad poker

and good cigars.

I feel cold.

resting my head, I hear

conversations pepper throughout,

a hint of something

far cry from the tropics

of nine to five

then it begins

Newpy Hap Year!

Two-thousand ten, or twenty ten if you will, has begun. Maybe for fun I'll try and blog sometimes and see where it goes.