saturday | october 31 | 2009

halloweenies.

reach your hand to the bottom

of the bowl and fish out as much

as you possibly can. plunder the

depths with sweet handful after

sweet handful. throw yourself

into unending celebration with

unblinking commitment. taste

the moment with a cleansed palette

and unending thanksgiving.

friday | october 30 | 2009

sleeping on the sand.

i look through picture frames

and read in books about paradisal

places. my heart is replete with

longing as it seeks its home among

blended oils and tattered pages.

but painted images and terza rima

will fade in time and there will be

nothing left except the shadows

of forgotten promises and broken hopes.

the search compels us out of time to

find where things will not decay and

where tableaus dance in resplendent

light while maintaining their shape

and offer warm rest on sandy shores.

thursday | october 29 | 2009

saturday afternoon.

i'm just checking the air in – oh,

yeah. we're good. so.

what do you say?

we'll go for a ride

through the park and

around the lake, and

see the ducks – i

know you like ducks – and

we'll stop for a second, and

take off our shoes, and

feel the grass

slip between our toes, and

we'll interlock our fingers, and

make for the water – last one

there is a rotten - you

don't like eggs – and

you'll beat me there, and

i'll catch up to you, and

knock you over, then

i'll kiss you, and

you'll shriek with joy, or

just play coy, i

never know with you, and

you'll insist we

wade on in, like

you do, except today
i'll agree:

it's a perfect day for frozen feet.

wednesday | october 28 | 2009

sweet blurs.

it's a pity we can't look

at two things at once. though,

i'm sure there's some lesson to

be learned in this.

indeed, if i were meant to

focus intently on my face,

or the way that i walk, or

what my hair looks like, i

would have to extricate my

eyes from my head in order

to see. as it is, i find it impossible

to get a good look at my nose

without a killer headache.

when my gaze softens and is

directed outwards, however, sweet

blurs come to view, silhouetted

in the same dim corridor where

i stand, and now we walk

side by side toward the light, and

each step replaces obscurity with

further clarity, and we become aware

of our common goal of stepping

fearlessly into the endless sun.

tuesday | october 27 | 2009

grapefruit.

i've heard people can live

to be 93 if they

eat two grapefruit every day.

i don't really like grapefruit.

am i screwed? or is

there something else for me?

where do i find some

other food that will

sustain me beyond

the life i expect,

and offer me something

that smacks distinctly of

life everlasting?

monday | october 26 | 2009

rivalry.

i hate this tank.

i hate that stupid little fish.

look at him, swimming through this place

like he owns it. what a dick.

i could take him. no problem.

but, then again, he's a plucky

little devil, and i don't really

want to swim around, bleeding all

over the place.

it's probably better to just let

it go and find some peaceful

alternative. we have to share

this tank, after all. it would be

a little awkward to raise a stink

at this point.

there's an ocean, i hear, that is full

of possibilities! of threats!

exciting.

i can't even guess what i'd find.

i wonder if i would fit in.

probably not.

maybe it's better to have hateful

company than none at all.

then again, it would be ideal

if we were co-fish who could

swim together, and not just

through the same water.

sunday | october 25 | 2009

direct flight.

if i had my choice, we

would go ahead and

just skip the

layover,

and go right to

our homes and collapse

into our beds.