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| william taylor jr |  | 1. Your Eyes Like The Sun I have no god, but a decent bloody mary on an otherwise empty afternoon does what it can to ease the troubled soul. I imagine others too must weary of trying to hold the world together on a day when you can't get too numb too fast, on a day when all the murders and suicides make perfect sense, when the surface of things peels away in flakes and the void shines through; burning your eyes like the sun, like the flashlight of a motherfucking cop well aware you are guilty of more things than he will ever know. 2. Even in Our Dreams The world suffers on as I wallow in the guilt and shame of having nothing in particular to do. Even the sun has nothing much to say in its defense, and all we try and cling to turns to dust and ash before its time. The street corners and the bars are filled with our kind; drunk on pale beer and useless technology, gazing listlessly into the void. And what finally breaks us is the pure diamond of loneliness that waits at the core of all things. It finds us even in our dreams, as we fitfully grasp for some half-remembered grace, abandoned or lost somewhere long ago if it ever existed at all. | |
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