drumbeathero's profile

Much of my world has been riddled by my own short-lived obsessions and waking illusions. I find it difficult to manage such an erratic and absurd life, but like an artist, I try to find pleasure in the smaller things. In a place where chaos is routine, it's not difficult to believe that by simply achieving the poetic insight of the artist, I can find comfort in that chaos and unlock the tremendous gates to all things marvelous.

I woke this morning to a wet and supple sky. Sitting in the driveway for a morning cigarette, I’d seen a vagabond heron pierce the air up high and carry under its wind-surfing belly an ominous piece of the sky’s gloom. The rainfall eased my mind as I began to think about my grim and yellow past. I laid my naked back on the concrete earth to look aimless into the fields of cloud and asked why life was designed to be so unlivable. Alone with my question left unanswered, I tossed my burning ciga...

I checked my work email for the productivity report but instead found a number of emails all concerning the recent death of a friend. She had died of a cancer this past weekend. Thoughts raced suddenly to my heart and I naturally wanted to dedicate something poetic. I wanted to say that memories of her kindness cast circles and circles and rings of oceanic ripples rowing through my suddenly startled mind. I wanted to say that since she’d left, the sky had moaned in sorrow, turned its head and...

The sun melts into the horizon, sinking like volcanic gold, burning against a heavenly smoke of clouds. Texas air in its fleeting summer is rich in color, and he can taste autumn’s very first breath lay vibrating on his tongue. The sirens come yelping, wailing. Deep in the sunrise, he sees a tremendous flash of red and blue. Galloping and striking, these colors light the sky as a ghastly vibration of police cars shakes the asphalt beneath him. Turning away from this spectacular moment, he loo...