an untitled blog designed to set up an antagonistic
response in any innocent wanderer who happens upon it, particularly during the dark-blue velvet darkness of a moonless night; a blog designed to fool people into thinking that it means something deep, when, everyone easily sees through it.
A blog “cleverly” designed to elicit no comments or feedback from viewers, none of whom will have read this far, but will have left by now, a bored yawn on their intrinsic mouths, (at most) for other less arid haunts, leaving me, talking emptily to myself in this Sunday morning bed.
So be it.
Born again – as the rain falls, explaining itself, securely.
“Who am I to defeat the objectivity curve – to rattle the cage of the dawn – unopened, ridiculed, soothed and strummed?”
Exquisite lovers, hopelessly recovered, entwined, straddle a railway line. They are filled with optimism.
A clothed optimist cycles his sad bike down a winding, exquisite country lane, calling to the birds of mystery:
“Hey , who are you to apply your criteria to plates of sad cactus?”
First, create an airport departure lounge, decorate it with a thousand yellow watering cans and sign it in the top left corner in gold lettering.
Next, with no climatic considerations, plant it at the center of a field of a thousand red sunflowers, sprinkle it with potash and from a respectable distance, watch it grow.