paradigm of the zodiac

language is as vague yet colourful as the people drawn to obey it. whoever you are, wherever you are and in whatever context it occurs, language becomes of us all a brooding delinquency. it is the worst of inconveniences and the safest of defenses. it is met at our physical harbour with arms wide shut and eyes opened tightly. what a drama communication has become. verbs tell us what to do and tell them what we're doing. nouns say who we are and describe what we choose. adverbs just act and react. all of these tiny characters, at different degrees, define what has been made of us all. sad fragments in the wind, once full of pollen now breached with leaf, have disappeared in the orange glow of autumnal traffic and environmental cause.

and about those leaves, falling in the distance way out in front of us. they perfectly resolve and conclude all of our conflicts and stories that had unraveled in pure serendipity, a season ago. and it is with that departure of short shorts and wet foreheads that we welcome a new breed of intoxication; that of warmth.

corners

the sound of a guitar strumming along a haunting whisper
the smoke that curls and forms
in the extremity of sunlight escaping through
psychotic horizontal lines of blinds just closed.
so were my weekdays in the sun
provided urban struggle and illegal beer