Ed Pilolla

There is a hole in the ceiling of the universe that leads to ancient waters.
There is a crack in the floor that leads to ancient fire.
Within, I hold something ancient, too. It is guarded by illusion no burglar can master.

When the shadows grow so dark and night appears to have conquered the land, I genuflect and kiss the claw of the dark master. I’m very reliable that way. Put a little pressure on me and I powder like ash.
A little friction lets out so much blood because I celebrate the cuts. I salt them and stew....

My heart and mind is with everyone involved in the Occupy Wall Street protests, from L.A. to Chicago to New York. The love and loyalty of the sun and moon to all who recognize that our political system is broken and all who oppose the continued indebting...

The old Chevy van squeaked on ancient springs so that heads and even torsos at bus stops a quarter of a mile away turned to see. There were small dents and scratches, evidence that it was a working van, nothing more. A window was missing for a while...