Tuesday, August 4, 2009

a week to clear the head, write and maybe see some sights

So I am off this week and rather than make elaborate travel plans, I am just going to take care of some things I need to.

I have a lot of "junk" roaming through my old noggin: Foolish things, wishful stuff, etc. that I need to step back an reassess the worth of.

After I get my oil changed today, I may start zipping around in the Little Shizzle (my car) taking day trips.

Yeah, I am still doing work at the old house too. That has to get done immediately. The place needs to be ready to show soon.

If you folks don't hear from me directly, I'm not ignoring anyone. I just need to take care of my business.

But for now, it's time for breakfast and the next chapter of Heritage House.
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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away