Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Get What You Want; It's All Here

The circus, the banjo, the rattle of cars and hoofs. These seem like a tidy and goodly folk. There's one born every second. See the man with no adult incisors insistent on proving the dentist wrong.

I've tried to will my being through windows, down drains, into skies and across oceans. Usually I end up in a pack of monkeys. It's a jungle out here. My arms are too weak to swing. My back hurts from standing upright.

I wish I could go hang out with some astronomers / astrophysicists. They'd probably fuck my head all the way up. Just seeing the moon sometimes makes me stop in my tracks.

Maybe I'll just go rub my balls with a salve of Rogaine.

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Published by G. Etranger at 10:13 AM

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