His fingertips feel nothing still
Eyes like spheres trapped in cages
No pulse to pump fluids, only the will to live
The future is now
Cold, hard, plastic and metal
Gleaming and smooth
All that is left is brains and fingernails
Beware the Rabbit Jack, my lad!
Teeth for Gnashing
Claws for Gashing
Capacitance and Brawn of Deviltry
Traipse in the Dank and Quake
Harsh the Gnarls
Sharp the Snarls
Coney Crunches with Mandibular Unguis
on Distended Guts Banquets Cuniculus
Grips and Gnaws
Growls from Craw
Atrocious Culmination to our Peroration
Oy to the vey.
You know when you hit that flow and you can barely keep up with the words as they tumble out of your brain? Then suddenly (dun, dun, dun) it all comes crashing down?
Because… You don’t know… How… Something works… (in your best Shatner)
Like, what are the relativistic rotation speeds of a comet and its gravitation? When was the heyday of the Mongolian Empire? How does a worm process food out of dirt? How do you do sleight of hand tricks? What are the important arteries in the human body for the murdering? How do cults and terrorist organizations get new followers? What secret societies still exist and what is their secret? Is Bigfoot real?
You know what I’m talking about. I mean, I put it in the title. The random, odd and weird factoids, science, conjecture and theories you never knew you needed to know… until you do. The annoying part is, you can’t really move forward in the story until you do have an understanding of whatever you need at that moment. Hence the oy to the vey. When I get that flow, the last thing I want is to slam into a brick wall of missing information.
One of the more fun things about research is really the just strangeness of what you need at that moment. The bad part is when you get stuck in research mode. You’ll find yourself knee-deep in conspiracy theories as to why Charlemagne was obviously an alien and time traveled with Sigmund Freud for ice cream (I don’t think that’s real). But, how can someone not show up on a list with the really weird Search lists a writer generates? And we’re lucky!
To be honest, I don’t know how people did it before the internet. I think I still know the Dewey Decimal System. Anyway, having access to all the wondrous and ridiculous human musings at your fingertips is pretty amazing.
Though of late, ridiculous seems to be winning. I mean Charlemagne couldn’t be that into ice cream.
Hello? There you are.
Looking at the clouds and staring at the stars.
Can you see the storm as it’s headed your way?
You better dash, you better stash
‘cause you sure can’t stay.
If it’s elephants or giraffes
that see you through the day.
Maybe it’s all about sandwiches
Hey, hey, hey!
Shoo, shoo. Let me see your face.
If you do all the things, it’s gonna be a race.
Have to try and have to win.
As long as you do it with a big ole grin!
Fighting monsters in the dark of the night
What do you do when they stop for a bite?
Do you run? Do you hide?
Saddle up, Apone! It’s time to ride!
Can’t wake up
No matter how hard I try
Sun shines through the window
Right into my eyes
This whole week and today
Stare at the cursor blinking
Without making headway
Plug me full of coffee
But it’s not making a dent
Still just as tired as ever
Wonder where my energy went
Less than 10 days left
Before this month is done
10,000 more words and 9 more poems
And all I want is to feel the sun