Winter Solace

Image
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Herds packed into urban factory farms, no solitude.
We are all damaged goods that can’t always be repaired,
but we can be tinkered into different forms,
build on the broken bones of our lost potential.
 
Give me rain
give me cold
give me windstorm
all the night.
 
I am the longed for isolation.
I manifest, socially cut off
alone in a crowd, hounded by the herd’s cry.
 
I am the demon spawned by predatory cityscape.
I walk the nightshades; those ever more shadowy seams
born from nature’s fall, and the baking of brick.
 
Give me ice
give me snow
give me clouds,
ominous, looming full.
.
I am straight out in it, no one else around,
isolation found. Tactile – let me feel.
 
Give me chill that seeps in deep.
Carefully layer bundle build a fire
inside your mind just to bear the chill.
 
The elements, isolation.
Harsh cold, social insulation.
 
I am the freedom craved.
I am the craving we kill.
I manifest our trapped desires.
 
Give me thunderclap
crackle ozone hints
 
I am
 

Insomnia Sometimes Suits

Balcony, 18th floor apartment
at the rail watching
eight lane intersection below

Foshan, Guangdong, P.R.C.

Running a Screenphoto courtesy of author

The traffic light turns red and vehicles start to move. A van comes from one way and runs the red light as a motorbike is going through the intersection. The van nails the motorbike. Luckily, neither one is going too fast, but the motorbike driver gets knocked off his bike, slides.

… takes this as his cue and throws a punch …

The motorcyclist picks himself up, brushes off the dust and steps toward the van as the driver is getting out to check to see if the motorcyclist is all right. The motorcyclist lays into the van driver employing all nine tones of Cantonese. The van driver instantly forgets he is at fault and starts a face-saving yelling match with the motorcyclist. The motorcyclist takes this as his cue and throws a punch at the van driver. The van driver fades back and delivers a kick to the motorcyclist. The motorcyclist blocks the kick and then a full on kung fu brawl erupts.

A crowd gathers around the fight in the middle of the intersection. Traffic in both directions is blocked. The crowd grows, the motorbike lies in the street, and the van sits in the intersection with the driver’s door open. While they are busily trying to maim one another, I notice that a new player in the crowd is making his way around the back of the van toward the driver’s side door, and quicker than shit he reaches into the van and pulls a bag off the seat. He thrusts the bag under his arm and runs off in the opposite direction from the fight. The fight continues until the police arrive.

He thrusts the bag under his arm and runs off in the opposite direction from the fight.

By this time I’m finished. I figure that after witnessing an accident, a fight, and a theft anything else is going to be boring in comparison. So I go back inside and chuckle myself quietly to sleep.

Sometimes it pays to have insomnia and be awake at two o’clock in the morning. Even when you have to get up at 6!