My tree still carries blossom, it holds it ready for spring. A society with an appetite for fear is not somewhere I can live, I feel fragile in it’s wake. My hands are numb from the cold and all I make is tiny and quiet.

In fear every day,every evening,?He calls her aloud from above,?Carefully watched for a reason,?Painstaking devotion and love,?Surrendered to self preservation,?From others who care for themselves.?A blindness that touches perfection, But hurts just like anything else

My left ear is dumb, my back sore and my mind jumbled. A world of treasure and pleasure is ash under my feet.

Mother I tried please believe me,?I'm doing the best that I can.?I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,?I'm ashamed of the person I am.

A governmental fear machine aimed straight at our heads. A vacuous media propagating wants and an emptiness we can’t reconcile.

DVT socks, vitamin b6 complex in it’s active state, new years yoga resolutions, john and yoko lied. “Our boys in Iraq”. Missing kids, shotgun murder memorials, low carb - high fiber, department store galleries, manufactured culture. Saccharine glamor. Late nights, cabs with lights off. Cold toes. Massage pillows. The courage to jump. A nip in the air. Billboard, front cover hit parade. Communities of interest, never knowingly over sold. Scratch mine, I’ll itch yours. Bubble gum, ray gun novo flu.

But if you could just see the beauty,?These things I could never describe,?These pleasures a wayward distraction,?This is my one lucky prize.

I S O L A T I O N

My tips for 2008, Boo Saville, Glasvegas, Piers Secunda, John Stark, Sarah Maple.

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