HighlightsSome people can capture a sentence easily with a stroke of unnatural yellow or inhuman pink. They put the words in amber sap, make them ancient, and give them power over the next reader. They fill museums with them, sickly glowing behind planes of geometry paved perfectly into stained glass. The letters are given order and discipline when their light brings authority, and none of us doubt their integrity. I am not one of those people.Highlights by *MineralAccident
My lines are a blitzkrieg of inelegance, a disordered legion of primitives surrounding what crippled letters they can catch in their nets. A black confidence screaming through the sky, thinned by hunger, descen
Lonely TravelerI left the faucet on,Lonely Traveler by *MineralAccident
Dripping rivers of eyes
Full of moonlight, swaying
Down and dancing through the holes
In my boots, and I kept them there,
Because I knew I was going to run.
I found a candle wind
Coughing up blue embers shaped
Like blue birds, and the night
Was smiling burgundy red,
But that’s impossible.
Consider what kind of river
You would be; I am a cork
Without a bottle, the pumpkin
Eyes in my shoes collected
To feed a howling garden,
And I am not home.
The Wilful EmptyIt's that spot on the wall.The Wilful Empty by *MineralAccident
Where wolfish shadows play,
Uncoffined eyes dancing
On their leash, hooked
To that spot on the wall.
Swept empty by soft fingered
Brooms, gaunt ribs tonguing
Their cage, white fowls pecking
At that spot on the wall.
The most important crime
Must be repeated, eyelashes
Knocking at the door; the most
Important crime.
It's that spot on the wall.
Words from Another RoomWooden dinosaurs can be coaxedWords from Another Room by *MineralAccident
To follow, if they know you, whispering,
A voice of drapes gently shuffling,
"Be good, son," and they do
Know you.
Tell my hostile nerves,
Swayed by a red and wintered wind,
Perfumed by the smell of old
Shirts, "Be good, son." Would you?
Tell them.
I heard you, when your light yawned
And limped down the horizon, descending,
Like a dull shadow over your bleached face,
Heavy on your wet eyes, fading, whispering,
"Be good, son."
Consequently, that meant I didn't realize that Matchbox 20 had put out a new album until about a week ago. 
I jumped up and down and started researching concert tours immediately.
Liking Walk the Moon. Thanks for the link.
Sta.sh
