no longer mobile.

I'm holding up the fort
with sticks and pieces of ply wood found
from the old foundation of our house
it's cracking and crumbling
as we speak.





it was raining
so i wrote on an old orderslip.
On the corner of Pontaluna and Grand Haven rd.
i found myself [bewildered].
It's the silence before the car crash.
The hesitation before a kiss.
And finally the quiet before the rain.
Conquering writer's block was me actually admitting to myself what I wanted.
I have hurt people along the way and found my short comings and downfalls.
I have not found resolution within the walls between my eyes.
Always looking in the strangest of places and always cautious
of what I might find.
I seclude myself to a place and run things through my mind
...sometimes good..most times bad
but never finding full restitution.
It is fair to say I've conquered writer's block but as to solving everything else.


I will remain unmoved.