Thursday 12/22/2005 11:13:00 PM

In the midst of a war with my registrar to transfer a domain it occured to me how powerless I am. As angry as I can sound it's still only words. Splintered moments digging paths into empty skins.

They enter on one end and quickly exit out the other. Almost as if they never were there to begin with.

In the midst of this western blasphemey we call christmas, it occured to me that I'm still waiting on a package.

Time hovers its nooses around these necks and the more we struggle the tighter the knot grips.

What it is I could give to them that I haven't already is unclear.

We'll find out I suppose when and if that package is ever delivered.

5 comments:
Anonymous said...

I have been following your writing since you began. I like your writing a lot. I seem to be waiting on a package, but I do not think its coming.

What will you tell me about you that your writing has not said?

alcoholic poet said...

thanx.

umm, what'd ya wanna know?

Anonymous said...

How old are you?
From the North or South?
Is writing your occupation?
Currently single?
Hobbies?
Answer some or none...just curious.

I agree...easier to be alone by yourself than with someone else (why i am divorced!)

Wishing you well in the new year. Great writing, thanks for sharing...

PS Still waiting on that package that ain't coming...

alcoholic poet said...

was going to ask before, but didn't want to be nosy... what is this thing for which you wait?

How old are you?
Not quite old enough, but soon. Old enough to remember bettamax and life without the internet.

From the North or South?
North Eastern US.

Is writing your occupation?
No. I'd say I wish, but I'd probably grow to hate it, were it my job.

Currently single?
Always.

Hobbies?
Does writing count?

I dunno how anyone stays married. Can't decide if those rare few that do are fortunate or doomed.

Best wishes to you too.

Anonymous said...

Thank you for your answers. My package is the love of a recent boyfriend who dumped me for the bottle. I have never loved so strongly or felt so whole. Now I am empty and yearning and existing.

You are so talented, I read your blog daily. Hope things are well for you today in the NE. I am writing from the deep south.

Thanks for sharing...



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