Sunday, January 04, 2009

How to be Good

The loner stumbles under cream and orange, smelling of damp love, the scum of distant sex...Footsteps and footfalls...

In the immediate memory, a blur of regret. Temptation in the alcohol, subtle words and signs, subtlety which may not have existed. Lust is the crime you cannot prove...Words hang heavier over silence, fog in fashion...The kind of people who choke on guilt, however natural it may be. I return to "context is all", which as a maxim is neither original nor my own...

Denial will shadow the journey towards new light, as much as any other concept. Serene, calming voices from the sidelines do nothing to reacquaint the brain with focus or determination. The pressing force of responsibility can be pictured as much a ghost as a black dog: as much baseball bat as disease...

Consequential acts...the hint of the rumour, the lie, the gossip...More than this, something heavier...The regret which steps in front of every kick...In reality honesty is not enough. Perfection is the aim, the sunshine beyond the storm...The answer is "focus", the mood should be "mature"...But it is far too clear that nothing good will come from the current mindset...And this will continue...maybe forever...until the options completely dry...