Pack

Pack

tomorrow we fly
to another land
trying to test the waters
in another town
there's no going back
and no more time to waste
I truly must go and pack

I hate packing. It feels so final. Even if I'm only going a short trip, the act of packing feels so final. Like if you didn't pack it, you won't have it. I also booked my tickets for going back home for a week in March. It's weird. I hate booking flights too. It feels like I'm committing to something. Can someone that doesn't have the spontaneity gene hate commitment? I dunno. Peace out.

I'm West

I'm West

We don't talk anymore
as if the words we use have lost meaning
and the season for conversation
is past
We dance around the silence
the music in our heads filling the awkwardness
and setting rhythm to our feet
The very feet that allow us to walk away
We might try again some other day
but today
I'm heading west and you're heading east

Not sure what that was about. I'm watching last week's episode of Fringe at the moment. Maybe that's what this piece is about. I dunno. Peace out.

King Me

King Me

I spent the day chasing rainbows
looking for treasure where earth meets sky
horizon just beyond reach
I ran across the surface of my memory
afraid to wade in
the depths too dark for my liking
Yesterday - a mystery
just stored as chemicals in my cells
Looking for a girl to marry me
If I make it to the end of this game
please oh please king me

I really like this piece but for reasons only obvious to myself. Sometimes it's funny how we will look for things. Sometimes they are things that are real, like our car keys or something that we put somewhere out of the way so that we could find it easily later. Sometimes we are looking for more abstract things like happiness, the meaning of life or a sense of belonging. We chase rainbows, we chase our own tails, we chase our shadows. There's so much chasing going on... and a lot of the idioms sound like chasing anything is totally futile. What am I chasing today? Peace out.