Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Life calls

After weeks (what seemed like months) of drought, a few drops of rain fell over me.

Just you wait, folks, she'll be here, too.

I hadn't expected her, obviously; my anger here has been less about how my life is going -- I am nothing but a Knight -- but afraid she'd read past posts, the jokes and the longing, the mistranslated posts of me that made me for the fool I am.
Dropped me into her past like a stray cue ball.
A scratch. Do it over, again. It's just a game.
Then... there she was, breathing my morning into me. No matter how cold it was, no matter how little sleep I'd had, when her voice entered my ear, the Earth opened up and flowers bloomed in the midst of November frost. I stood reeling, not about to hit the canvas but nonetheless discombobulated, spun, a few teeth left and still standing, wondering,

(because I'm all about gratuitous video)
Why?
Why explain that you'll never leave him but, if you could, you'd plant your bags in my space and make me the happiest man in the world and that, maybe, we might do that in a decade or so and, um, are you fucking anyone?
She stood there,
No matter what disaster occurred 
She stood in desperate music wound, 
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph 
Where the bales and the baskets lay 
No common intelligible sound 
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.


That's what I'm sayin'...
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I saw Joe at the liquor store, buying beer for his big party. Honestly, I couldn't remember his name but I remembered what he represented: another bit of fluff in an attempt to be relevant.

My friend just won his seat as a county commissioner: I wish I could post the column I wrote taking him to task, asking him if he's just reflecting the new lame, to lay on the wall like the last, the langorous shadow of some slave from Pompeii.

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I swear, I think, I hope, I beg.... just not me, MoFo... we're all not feeding at what's left of the corporate trough, sucking in the bacteria, begging for death, eating catfood... some of us are looking at the tops of trees and wondering tall a tree can grow.

something like that.

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