midpoint.

i heard talk of sailing, which is well good. mind you, i need to get back to the feelings of the mountains. my legs can't take this flat line feeling much longer.



-lowt

mind your head: part two.

'cause I know that ego of yours has been walking around on stilts as of late.





-lowt

morse code.

picture frames floated through my brain as i stood in the door frame.
pants with pleats, shoes that gave the reflection of an unsure man,
an off white shirt held together by a tie of polka dot assortment.
socks sweated through
and that embarrassing squish as i move ahead in line.

i've not yet hit the inner rim of the door,
there is time to retrace steps,
time to hide in the past,
but the tip tap or my morse code fingers
gives all the nonsense to the air.

more frames wait in line to find their place
on this awkward time line of tunnel vision thoughts.
but i won't stop going door to door.





-lowt

mind your head: part one.

illuminati coming from the blind side...


-lowt

transplanted in a vacuum sealed bag,
lifted from the norm
staring at the cave wall, looking for some signal.

continued....


-lowt

september.

time to start growing those analog fingers again.....

-lowt

here i am, in a far land without a soul as a pal or ounce of common knowledge. keep your ears close to the surface, 'cause i'm listening for the buffalo....

-lowt