Quandary: the diverging roads ahead

Quandary: the diverging roads ahead…

Here again, caught in an entangled web of my own doing. Besie would say, “What’s new” shrugs her shoulder and drinks her mocha frap. I whisk my gaze upon the dim city lights below. My silence, in unison with her thoughts. Yup, the accursed pattern of my acrid life.

And the sick joke of the powers that be, offering me chocolate cakes and rockyroad brownies. All too knowing that I cannot make the choice. My fence sitter mantra getting the better of me, as always.

If you can’t take the pain then you aint worth the gain, or so it seems. Capital punishment for the jaded xenophile in a dog-eat-dog world. Sheesh and no matter how hard you turn the logic on, you still reach the uncertain conclusion. Infinitesimal or not, time will always catch up with the choices you make or not make.

In the end, you never told the unmentionable offenses of your feebleness (read: what they meant to you) and everyone slides past the situation except you. “Oh crap, I’m still here.” And the lights unfazed. And my life unfurling in half-pi rad. FIN.


Beheaded, Beguiled, Begotten. . .

Anxiously, the excitement creeps under my skin. That tingling sense of urgency. A wee bit late but just barely there in the nick of time?? Only to hear the news that bangs on my head like a potent bottle of Absolut Citron. Argh! 24/7 and nothing substantial. I muttered invectives so flowery in nature that the rating is still pending. Alas, the solstice of the season has changed only to rub in the obvious. When one’s highlight of the day is waiting for DC re-runs, you can’t help but think often despotic positive thoughts. Is this the bottom of my rut? Or just the next cyclic process of my bottom-feeder existence?