chriskaasi

Fame throwa pass out the gold, but its raining non-stop digitized black and white on the security channel, which is all the more weird cause I can hear the water soft-tapping the trees in the back yard leaf after leaf after leaf, and down to the ground, soaking all the forgotten pine needles, broken branches, etc. something reminiscent of early-man pre-dawn strangely juxtaposed with the here and now of current technology. Theres a tree just beside the pool wrapped with little white softglow christmas style lights. It stands festive melancholy overlooking the tables and chairs where people would be clamouring if it werent four in the morning. These are the dead hours that go unnoticed, but Im no stranger to haunting the nowhere spaces always sulking listless through the nonexistent times.
Theres a small portion in the back of my mind where all my thoughts of something longsince lost have thought themselves out again and again on an endless loop until they eventually took the form of something like dark matter they became entities unto themselves they grew and grew to the point where my brain could no longer afford to sustain them they caved in on themselves and left a void. I cant remember what their point was, but I know somethings been bothering me something keeps pushing me forward to some non-goal that Im hardpressed to realize.
Theres a song playing on an internet radio station. Its sad and going nowhere. Its acidjazz for lack of a better word. Its vibrating up from nothing, making no point whatsoever, yet its saying everything I meant to say. Theres a piano that keeps fading in and drifting out. Its telling the tale of motion. Someone is moving their image is flickering on a wall slightly distorted by the curves and crevices of cold cement blocks its a movie that no ones watching. Theyre on a subway. Theyre on a bus. Theyre going through empty towns. Theyre going nowhere. Its a different day but they have no way of knowing. Yesterday looked just like today looked just like tomorrow looked just like next year and theyve lost track well into to death which gave way to birth which started the process of a string of days bleeding into each other on an infinite loop and its hard to say whos talking about who at this point.
Theres a person sitting in an empty room where candles flicker late into the night. Theyre watching the Movie That No One Watches. Theyre saying nothing. Its the Movies Director. I take the seat beside them and smile. Im tired and my eyes are burned out red. The Movies slowing down until it becomes a collection of still images that imply the essence of everything. I feel like a cat curled up and sleepy. Theres a brief flash on the screen and the action continues. The Directors gone. Im watching the security channel again. The musics in sync with the wind making sleepy ripples across the pools surface. Theres the sparkle of lights reflected on the water. Today fades into tomorrow.