And So It Goes
...as it so often does in my life and time, that all the things I wait for to make a right moment for these little pleasures of mine own, fade away day after day into the bleakness of some other agenda. Washed with the fabrics of everyday life that sifts and sorts the melancholy meaningless menageries of socially aware correctness dressed in polite schemes of intolerable boredoms in the laundry basin of waters where the dirty waters of already washed and rinsed items get tumbled together again in a dingy brine of soapy residues. Leaving what should be crisp and clean half rinsed of its gathered dusts, stains, and spills to later be dried and pressed into the fabric of what a day has to be. And all along the way I realize the familiarity of my being drifting away into a nothingness where no feeling is felt, no idea is thought, no meaning becomes of any anything or anyone. Friends become faces on a plastic screen where we wish each other well with fake thum...