The narrowing of aim.
March 24, 2012 § Leave a comment
“Percy Shelly down to Marxs” Al Baker – Thank god I’m an atheist.
It’s a little confusing. It’s a little hard sometimes. It’s up and down. Sometimes life isn’t all yellow and blue. Sometimes life is purple and that’s OK for some people. Some people like purple. Some people accept purple. For them purple is OK. That’s fine. But the ones you want to stick with. The ones you want to learn from. The ones you want to be. Are the ones who chase the colour they want. The ones who say “Fuck purple”. Don’t let your life be purple. You can stop it being purple. I’m not saying be a fucking hippy and eat shadows and piss. I’m not saying don’t get a job. I’m not saying don’t pay taxes or get a mortgage. I’m saying no one said your life had to be purple. Or some shit. You know when you have a point and you are just desperately trying to hold on to. To keep that train on track, as it picks up too much speed and starts to sway and jackknife. Before you know it. Your off the track. Lying in the land that no one wanted to build houses on because of the tracks and trains. Lying in the old horse land next to the dining cart. It helps that, when these thought trains leave the tracks, that you are on your own. You don’t want to be lying next to someone you know, let alone love, in a field in the sticks in the middle of shitsville. On your back in the dark. Confused and bleeding, noticing the lack of light pollution. This is one of those. This is me lying in a field. This is the loud loud whistling of disaster. That rattle that picks and picks to the unbelievable. The only thing that follows the noise, when it reaches that point where it shakes you till your eyes clothes and your bones vibrate, is silence. Clean like water. The stars and silence and a night on his back in a dark field in old horse land is what follows a man who let go trying to turn his life away from purple.