by Ben Gibbard of Death Cab for Cutie (mov)

Love of mine
Some day you will die
But I’ll be close behind
I’ll follow you into the dark

No blinding light
Or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no’s on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school
As vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised
By a lady in black

And I held my tongue
As she told me, “Son,
Fear is the heart of love”
So I never went back

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no’s on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

You and me
Have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes, are all worn down

The time for sleep is now
It’s nothing to cry about
Cause we’ll hold each other soon
In the blackest of rooms…

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no’s on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

Is that a preference for purgatory?

At least according to a webpage by Richard Berlin:

Steven Dobyns writes, “A poem is a window that hangs between two or more human beings who otherwise live in darkened rooms.” Poetry contains many of the aspirations doctors cherish, what Cesar Pavese called “an absolute will to see clearly,” and Czeslaw Milosz described as “the passionate pursuit of the real.” And after twenty five years as a doctor, I have come to experience the practice of medicine the way Pablo Neruda experienced poetry…

Poetry as key to unlock reality and bring people together. I like that.

Every once in a while I check the haiku forum on Craigslist. There are some really creative, albeit anonymous, entries. Tonight has a fine and pretty funny entry:

i gave up letter *
i really rarely used it
don’t care? then *uck you

Not terribly accurate to form, but nonetheless good enough to give me pause and inspiration to write something original…here it is:

Traffic driving by
A motorcycle gets squeezed
Brake lights pulse and glow

Go ahead and ask me what that has to do with security.