droning.

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black ice.

“Black Ice”
by john lake moss


There is black ice on every road and a black hole at the center of the universe. The black hole lies in the center of the universe like a cat lying in the tall grass of an open field, waiting to spring on birds none-the-wiser. The black hole is sucking everything down like an open drain at the bottom of a bathtub full of dirty water. While I ponder these amazing, semi-substantiated facts, my feet slip on the black ice, displacing me from terra firma, and I realize that the universe is a very cold place in which to live. I laugh as I fall to the earth.

Black ice earth; black hole universe. The stars are brilliant and beautiful, because God loves to make things brilliant and beautiful; I wish I were brilliant and beautiful. I lie upon my black ice grave and choke on sobs consisting of the discomfort of my existence.

As I lie in the middle of the black ice road, I laugh and cry prayers up to heaven, hoping all the while that the black hole in the middle of this mess doesn’t snatch them away like a greedy little child who, while refusing to let mommy clean the remnants of repast from around his mouth, smiles defiantly and grabs at any unfortunate object that falls within the reach of his gluttonous hands. The stars are still brilliant and beautiful, in a Gloria-in-Excelsis-Deo sort-of-a way; they are brilliant and beautiful, and they remind me of redemption. The stars laugh and play in the winter midnight sky, unaware of the black ice below, unconcerned with the black hole beyond.

At Sea.

I
am a ship becalmed,
alone,
and there is only
silence
as far as eye can
see.

d.w. vs. the previous post.

ok, so maybe life can be beautiful at times. as long as Dan Warren is making music, life doesn't suck quite as badly as i'd have everyone believe. go to the following website--these are the droids you're looking for:
http://www.whatstudios.net/dan/wttef.html
"vertical asymptotes" is still my favorite, but "scrapiron peacocks" is a tie for a close second, along with the new one, "birds in wal-mart."
but i still say watch out for the black ice on the roads-- because there's nothing you can do about that black hole that sits at the center of the universe, sucking everything down like an open drain at the bottom of a bathtub full of dirty water.

Life is hardly beautiful.

There is black ice on every road and a black hole at the center of the universe.