Hurricane musings

8/27/2011

4p.m.
The sky is beginning to tear itself apart, with sporadic bursts of water.
There is an unsettling quiet as it builds behind the naked eye.
So for now: coffee, pot pie, and waiting.

9p.m.
The anxiety I feel right now is unlike
anything I have ever dealt with before.
I wish I understood the root of this.
I've lived through many blizzards in the mountains,
but somehow, this is different.

Threw up, first full blown anxiety attack.
Feel better now, heading to the hotel
to hopefully calm down.

11p.m.
Tea, and a moment to sit helped,
now the storm might not hit until
tomorrow morning.
Learned the hard way that the 24 hour
news cycle is vomit inducing.

The signs have begun the rattle
and the winds really does sound
like the devils howl.
Non the less, I do feel better.

8/28/2011
Wild visions, signs rattle violently,
jesus my gut feels strange,
whole body seems alien like
being drunk of some old forgotten fear!

2a.m.
Fire alarm went off,
whole floors of confused people up
and nervous, now back to sleep
while I sit awake and worried,
wishing I had someone to talk to.

3a.m.
Distractions!
Jesus what I wouldn't give for em' now!

4a.m.
Fear is such a strange thing,
eventually it exhausts the body
so much it becomes incapable of
feeling it.

6a.m.
Still more than anything,
I need to avoid the news.

poem -
(Information)

25 hours,
onslaught, buy or fear
it continues like stone.
Always laying its pretense
d
o
w
n

Unified by desire,
moving materials
placement,
aligned monetary symmetry,
blessed by the gaping mouths.
No real hunger when it's spoon-fed,
no real production
when it's produced.
Without cause or ideal,
manic purchases,
or loss of appetite,
as in broken sinks collecting fear,
as in over stuffed as we are,
with information,
info
info
info info info info info info info info!
The snake which devours its' own tail!

5p.m.

It is finished, haven't slept in hours.
Good night.