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Symmetry of Snow

            Snowflakes are cool. I often forget this, but it just takes a good look in between swear fueled shovels of snow to remember that each one is a tiny pointless little masterpiece forged in the chaos of nature by no one for no reason. I don’t know why they look like that or why I would think that that is a cool way to look, but I enjoy the fact that I enjoy them.

            People are cool. I often forget this, but it just take a good look in between swear fueled bouts of road rage to remember that each one is a tiny pointless masterpiece that awoke from dust to feel pain, yell at things, and fear its return to dust. I don’t know why they look that way or why I would think that that is a cool way to look, but I enjoy the fact that I enjoy them.

Everything is cursed into perfect balance. Merry Christmas!

Lyrics:

Brother, now father, and father: grandfather
And grandfather left years ago
Ice clouded grass, waiting winter to pass
Time frozen and stilted in growth


Sister, now mother, and mother: grandmother
And grandmother knew when to go
Rows of streetlights all begin to ignite
Weaving shadows long over the road


Then all life stops
Feather drop
Of tiny flakes
In perfect shape


Soft white felt
Quick to melt
Fleeting Beauty
The symmetry of snow


Student, now teacher, and teacher will teach
All the students to teach and then know
Stalactites of ice draping branches of pine
Under glass marble moons hanging low


Tomorrow’s today and today: yesterday
And yesterday is so long ago
The next year will pass once again in a flash
And the infants to grandparents grow


Then all life stops
Feather drop
Of tiny flakes
In perfect shape


As they fell,
Emanuel!
A god of grace
I saw its face
My grandma died
My niece arrived
Fleeting Beauty
The symmetry of snow

Fast Driving Cars

            This is a piece that I wrote in the spirit of Thanksgiving and fast cars. It was written freely without an agenda or even idea to convey, so it’s full of non-sequiturs. Still, the mind can’t really do “randomness” so the results are, at least for me, evocative. I have a lot of tangental thoughts about it that I considered sharing here but I don’t want to pollute any interpretation, so instead here are some sick pictures of fast cars that I drew as a kid.

Fast Driving Cars
HELL YEAH! Look at those trucks hitting it head on in a stadium! Looks like one of the cars only has 4 wheels… HUGE MISTAKE! Unless those two can un-pancake their engines, I think there is a pretty clear winner here.
WOOOHHHOOOOO!!!!! Look at that puppy PULL! Look at the SUSPENSION, look at the ROLL CAGE WIND-SHEILD, look at the TREAD!! Whoever was driving that dopey little box car should be thankful that this miracle of modern engineering was there to tow it. Dang, that small car appears to be OFF THE GROUND and flying through the air because of the near impossible speeds that this thing can !TUG! at.
WHEW!!! I COULD USE ONE OF THOSE RIGHT NOW!!!!! This is a true dream car for any Minnesotan who is about to enter into the snowy winter months. Fricken SKIS on the front!? Looks cold out there, but this snow dog is still RUNNIN HOT!!! LOOKS AT THOSE FUMES! Pretty dope perspective on the chassis of that hunk as well.

Lyrics:

Oh my god this car drives fast
Took us to a field of ash
Red eyes and feeling faint
Lead foot and severed brakes
 
God, you know the way I pray
Never knowing what to say
And the way I fold my hands
Palming all my contraband
 
Oh my god this car needs gas
An Oil change and renewed tabs
Look at all the chipping paint
Radiator’s rusted tank
 
God you know I only pray
When I’m desperate and afraid
And the way I bow my head
Instead of reverence only dread
 
Somewhere I have made a wrong turn casually
How could I have not seen what’s in front of me
 
Oh my friends I hope you find
The life that you had in mind
You all are spread too thin
No time for maintenance
 
And if you let me go
I’ll consider it an act of hope
We all can see the cracks
And no one calls each other back
 
Somewhere I have made a wrong turn casually
How could I have not seen what’s in front of me
 
In cars that drive this fast
Everything blurs past
At such a break-neck pace
We all could use some grace
 
God you know I never pray
But I’m always giving thanks

Have a great Thanksgiving folks!