[ .remnants. ]

[ .remnants. ]

feels like falling                                

in love                      

with the idea                                                    

that gravity                            

holds tight                      
and never lets go        


© Bryan McLean May 15, 2010
051/100:2

[ .the.hungry.earth.i. ]

[ .the.hungry.earth.i. ]

he wonders where are all the lovers tonight.. likely locked down, in thin walled rooms or hotel parking lots, looking on, wing and brow, shuddering under the cover of concrete, the steel and neon hold steady, as he moves passed, the hungry earth.


© Bryan McLean May 14, 2010
050/100:2 ~dƏmons~'a.

[ .moved. ]

[ .moved. ]

clouds move
stars appear
bangs move
stars appear
lips move
stars appear


© Bryan McLean May 13, 2010
049/100:2

[ .soft. ]

[ .soft. ]

keys tracking strings, theory revolves, the late light fading,
as each handhold keeps us closer, than the streetlights we pass by.


© Bryan McLean May 12, 2010
048/100:2

[ .midnight,ravages. ]

[ .midnight,ravages. ]

legs won't stop kicking, in the dark, can't seem to sleep again, twitching, can't seem to keep cantos from seeping into the late nite narrations, mythos crawling from the ceiling, from underneath the bed, the watching and waiting signs, of greatness or blunt failure, the sweet maw or wet tooth-sucking grins of the elongated shadows, hunting hungry, every corner of the room, holding steady
at the edge of every corner of your eye..


© Bryan McLean May 11, 2010
047/100:2

[ .the.endless.television,averages. ]

[ .the.endless.television,averages. ]

I actually wanted to write something of consequence tonight.. but instead I find myself still bitching about the expectations.. the world unchanging.. the need for image, appearance, keeping the fit form of youth.. where the unrealistic values of life oppresses us.. the fat, the weary, the terrible terrible fact that the majority of the western world are average.. average height, average size, average weight, average day, average thoughts.. cannot squeeze enough bodies into the perfect frame.. if there is such an army of average out there, why is that bad, why is that frame inconsistent, off set.. why can it not rise up and take back its average lives? should we not be celebrating our unity, our similarities, embracing and loving the massive amounts of average we all are.. ordinary waist, ordinary face, ordinary clothes, ordinary transit.. why does difference allow us conjecture.. why does it reign supreme.. our differences are celebrated, salivated, on the differential scales, extremists are allowed to hate those that are different yet praise on high those that stand out, blare out, they are the golden son, the adam Ḳadmon, beautiful daughter, or the nemesis, enemy, black sheep.. if all extremes are besieging us, why are we not embracing the clear fact that perfection is an imbalanced as the average ratio of dimensions in space.. we all speak of love, is love not the average? is love not the one thing all parents, all philosophies, all religions, keep on high.. or is it the average deceiver.. hold on, hold on to yourself, hold on to your average moments, your ordinary days, hold on. just hold on.


© Bryan McLean May 10, 2010
046/100:2

[ .a.stalled,impermanence. ]

[ .a.stalled,impermanence. ]

wanting to have
so many more
simple moments
that simply pass away
all attention drawn
all attentitives on
the way you smile
right through me


© Bryan McLean May 9, 2010
045/100:2