universe, you've done it again.

in my unexpected day off, i was going through some things and found this. i'm not sure what the source is, but it obviously it spoke to me at the time and certainly does today.

"a knowledge of the existence of something we cannot penetrate, our perceptions of the profoundest reason and the most radiant beauty, which only in their most primitive forms are accessible to our minds: it is this knowledge and this emotion that constitute true religiosity. in this sense, and only this sense, i am a deeply religious man... i am satisfied with the mystery of life's eternity and with a knowledge, a sense, of the marvelous structure of existence -- as well as the humble attempt to understand even a tiny portion of the reason that manifests itself in nature."

plucked feathers

a man stands in his store front--stares
thru a window separating him
from the world.   wears an apron
separating him from a mess.

the sign frames
this glass-box scene.   claims
"pollos vivos" which means
"live chickens" which, of course, really means
dead chickens.   the way hello
can really mean
good bye.

waking up

early morning
in the alley. tentative sparrows
bounce towards the expanding water pool--a mushroom cloud
of skunked beer, spit, and piss.