The razor sits on the sink. A few strokes
might open up something hidden
since I was a teenager; then again,
nothing might be there anymore.

There’s a redwood
in California that manages to stay alive
with no foliage, even though it’s hollow
from its top down for over a hundred feet.

I don’t know how much of me
has vanished inside,
but the evidence seems to suggest
that being hollow might be the least of my worries:

see, that naked tree
is three thousand years old,
and it’s alive,
but it’s done growing.

I turn on the water anyway,
splash my face and lather up.
It might be hopeless, but if not,
nothing ever thrives without a little light.

The Lebanese government is resigning.

Boy…these protesters must have been spitting the kind of hardcore, muthafucking shit that Monte Smith was talking about.

I was listening to BBC this AM as they interviewed a Lebanese protester.

She was talking about the uprising against the government and said something like, “…the opposition is in the streets and our objective is to topple the government.”

And then, she said:

“They will learn that the revolution will not be televised…”

And I got goosebumps, again, for the first time in years.