Doors

You reach for the handle, another door just waits for you to open it.
You grab on and twist.
The small creek of the opening door is all you hear
then you are
there, alone,
on a new path,
another door,
you just opened it.
You found a new way
a light that was once dim is now bright.
You reached out and found something to help.
You couldn't find the answers before,
now everything happens for a reason.
The door is creeking closed behind you.
A new life.
A new world.
One that was waiting to be discovered
not by everyone that has already opened the door
but by you.
The one that the door was made for.
The guideing hand helped you see
but now it's your time to run
to see where life can take you
to see where this door opened to.
run with it.
find your unsolved answers
find the truth in the words.

Dedication

Because this is a work of fiction, its dedication is as follows:

for Lazarus,

for the soon-found souls

every awkward kiss

the mistaken agendas inside ulterior motives

mending broken hearts

Your inanities

my Pretension

dedication

my terrible professors

the impossibility of existence

escape

the slow-cold drips of blood from my brain to my oil pan

Ascari A10

Oliver Cromwell (Lord Protector)

Keeping it Pithy

and Santa Fe Books (where would I be without you?)

not to mention my secretly developing dementia. 

In addition, I would like to not only thank but to also reciprocate the help of:

Eighteen minutes

the Doomsday clock

Death Letters

Suicide Notes

embellishment

spelling errors

and terrible grammar

Tonight, kind sir, I drink to you as well.

~Technological Regressionist who feels strongly for Assemblage.

Love letters to you Picasso,

Digress.

No Answer

I once knew there was something wrong with me

.

Lately the feeling

is that of

knowing 

something is wrong with you

.

But the feeling

is more communal

, like school pride

--which I lack deeply

--that something

is wrong with

us

and

as a whole

we are no good

.

So it's back to the

drawing boards

to develop more

crass and ignorant 

; bottom-feeders with growths, claws, and esurient

for anything that was once buoyant

.

And I wonder

what will happen to the

menageries when humanity has

departed with Earth?

~The best that I can.

Heart,

Digress.

Driving Slowly

I am a morbid person

Most 

strangers

think

that

I of 

all

are the

most

daft

.

Little

time

do they

invest

in thoughts

of mine

for

when

I hear

them 

talk

in their

banal

tones

, I cringe

to be

not only

in their

presence

but in

their

range

of oration

is the

most

courteous

and

benign 

thing

I can

do

for them

.

Later

, I will

commiserate

loudly

to the

ever 

dying

walls

and

try with 

all my

desire

that I

evaporate

.

No

Avail

.

Ever

.

~Happy Week. Happy Hour. Happy Month. Happy Birthday.

Heart,

Digress.