Saturday, December 15, 2007

Hazy. Thats the only word that can convey what I feel right now. I woke up in my truck this morning. I cannot believe what this town (Waco) can do to a man. I am in my favorite coffee shop trying to make some damn sense of what...I do not know. Thought is lost at this point. The synapses in my brain are firing slow enougn for me to feel them.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Dante

If I had rhymes both rough and stridulous,
As were appropriate to the dismal hole
Down upon which thrust all the other rocks,
I would press out the juice of my conception
More fully; but because I have them not,
Not without fear I bring myself to speak;
For 'tis no enterprise to take in jest,
To sketch the bottom of all the universe,
Not for a tongue that cries Mamma and Babbbo.