Sunday, September 13, 2009

Shooting a Game of Darts.

Shooting a game of darts. This is the one indulgence of bravado I attribute to myself. From your eyes to your finger tips, this is an immeasurable distance. It lives with the likes of glass to lips, flame to stick. Instantaneous and infinite. It is just the form this little journey takes, none of them are epic or life altering but just a little victory for yourself. Grasped between a thumb and a forefinger you can control the air. It’s with this quixotic view I look at life and all around. Find that trajectory and give her hell, accuracy pails in comparison to swagger. The air is palpable and even the quarks and neutrons have something to prove. Maybe the space you encompass knows just what to call you now. Your best odds are to play the game of beginners luck. The worst you can do succeed in knowing what to do with numbers. As imposing as you want to make it, it’s simple symbols looking back at you. Can you best a twenty? Can a three tell you what to do? It’s simple to take these back and have them work for you. Eight hours in this day, fifteen bucks for the next round. Last it out, take the hit, and you still have one left. One in three. What has this been named? Beginners luck, simple. Two eyes to close, one mouth for breath, ten fingers to cross and sleep. What have we wrought? Beginners luck, easy. Two yellows and a green, your little cocktail for the time being. Aesthetics babe, aesthetics. Make ‘em count, and count they will with a line up like that. Despite size it’s not bad to feel like you fit in. Their weight added to yours and you hit the mark your looking for. Bull’s-eye ; a completion, balanced and full.

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