Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Driving on Empty


Not as simple as it sounds.
Nor as sound as it should be!

Legendary "don't do it" on account of sludge.
Etiologically, a definitive explanation of trouble.

Change the plugs, flush the fuel line.
Hope for the best - but I shouldn't have.

Ambient Ambiance


Commenced group talk. Had vent; shared experiences all round.
Glad to have gotten therapy underway - head feels quite congested.

Mood management, for lack of a better term; good enough for me.
Only picture today this one passing. Given available light, OK by me.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Isolate


Sessions underway. History. Status. Plan.
Have to wait until next week to see M.D.
Saw this soon after; I'll be OK - I will.
Haven't been asked "How do you feel?" yet.


Out of tobacco. Good time to clamp down and quit.
Coffee not doing any good neither. Psychotropically.
And the torrid season has imposed itself...

wishing to be elsewhere doing no good a'tall.

OK. Played that out.
No, I do not need my mother!

I need to get my shit together.
Done it before, can do it again.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Trinkets


Big night on the town this evening.
Ars promotia artis. Get your money out.
Have yet to bike about the First Fridates.

Would rather not perspire, frankly.

So, an artsy shot, my date with a processor.
I'd rather a quiet night far from crowds.
Not much choice there. Problematic?

No problem really. Not bad - all I need.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Disorder


Matters of aversion and avoidance.
The refusal to deal with accounts.
Nothing more than a huge pout?
Lose thread, more difficult to reconcile.

Went to be intook. Some therapy.
What's wrong needs to be assayed.
Tedious... shall I do that here?
No. But nowhere else to go; stymied.

Yesterday, oblivious as to the day.
Lost track of time; fool in love.
Missed chapel and Bible study.
Oblivion nothing new to me.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Limitations


A swirling moment before sunset.
Painting clouds has got to be the upper limit.
Here, how to frame? Telephone poles!
Minimal point-and-shoot capability matter of fact.

I will not wish, but make do.
I'd very much like to do portraits...
happenstanced shots of beings-by...
done up nicely; goes without saying.

Gets incredibly complicated, the publishing.
Not to mention the moxie involved.
(Warhol got away with it.) Shifty paradigm!
Incredibly presumptuous too, obviously.

The truck needs work too; range diminished.
Have to spend the day cooped up; restless.
(No business to take care of until tomorrow.)
Found something in Epictitus agreeable:

Wish not that things, not in your power,
May run as you would have them;
Wish them as they're done;
Wish them just as they are, just as you see:
Thus shall you never disappointed be.

Grounded


Once saw lightning hit a desiccated palm. From a distance.
The explosion a sight to behold, we waited on the engines.

Lit up like a candle in the meantime, we were enthralled.

The company put it out promptly and we dispersed.

Another time, camped on a hilltop in the Blue River Valley,

a thunderstorm swept through Alpine, lightning near about.

Got
off that hill in a heartbeat; a fright one remembers!
Yet the worst is when I frighten myself. Really.