Watch This Space

In a couple of days, I'll be fully functional here in the litterbox, ready to scratch up lots of dirt on any number of my favorite topics. Until then, I'll leave you with my most recent poetic effort as a taste- albeit a tame one- of things to come. The lyrics interspersed between the stanzas are by Placebo. If you have never listened to Placebo, do so. It's good stuff.

95 Miles Per Hour On I-29

Black sky, black asphalt streaming by in a blur as I push the pedal down harder and farther,
hoping that I can push back all of the faces and words and details of a life gone terrible wrong,
In the 10 seconds it takes to go from 0 to 60 on I-29.

I'm coming up in infrared, there is no running that can hide you, coz i can see in the dark. I'm coming up on infrared, forget your running, I will find you.

Base pounding out a beat as tortured lyrics spill out of the glowing face of the radio reminds me that my heart’s beating too.
I turn it up a little louder and toss my head as my hair streams in the sonic wind.

I'm coming up in infrared, there is no running that can hide you, coz i can see in the dark. I'm coming up on infrared, forget your running, I will find you.

Outpacing the recent past is easier and easier as the needle creeps up to 85, now 90.
I’m a real-life mechwarrior tearing up the horizon in my artificial limb
that shifts, then shakes as the dial reads 95.

I'm coming up in infrared, there is no running that can hide you, coz i can see in the dark. I'm coming up on infrared, forget your running, I will find you.

Living becomes more real as the white line between control and destiny divides me from the rest of the world, and I revel in my minor infraction against a lesser deity
as I accelerate away from the twinkling lights of civilization and into the void.

I'm coming up in infrared, there is no running that can hide you, coz i can see in the dark. I'm coming up on infrared, forget your running, I will find you.