steady or not

August 23, 2006 § 2 Comments

i’m not sleeping again, falling asleep fine, andnow even sleeping past the middle of the night so i’m thinking i really can’t even chalk this up to the great cataclysm that finally gives way to a wondrous coalescence otherwise known as menopause, this is something else, this is part and parcel of the parsing of our parents goods, the decanting of the legacy, the becoming myolderbrother&me the elders and acting in accordance with, the doing usall proud and worrying about the measure of it all…andthatnow the who’s to say is us…is me, steady ornot, as i go…we wear it all differently my brothers and me but it boils down to the same grit, hope and a courageous excellence, and being there, seen&heard to be counted and counted on when the line is drawn and for now, with no one out front, the wind rushing by my face, i’m not sleeping again worrying about the measure of it all steadyor not as i go…

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1960

August 20, 2006 § 1 Comment

back when the world was a pink headband

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ghter

August 19, 2006 § Leave a comment

I went to see it’s true, to ,know by seeing to see ofcourse what I knew. to discern. to seek solace in the irrevocable to forgive the struggle. i went in the name of redemption

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rancor

August 19, 2006 § Leave a comment

there are tomatoes on the plants I thought it was silly for him to buy taking over the deck where he’d never intended plants to be in the first place with drip irrigation ofcourse to save the time it was never to have taken to water the damn things; we both neverknew different things,

ravenouswith glee, we eat the tomatoes

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surfing

August 19, 2006 § Leave a comment

house of games

August 19, 2006 § Leave a comment

feather in my cap
dead in her–cum–our you don
t understand war of the wits tracks she was stopped cold as if scruff of the neck grabbed starting from the well-practiced Ive got no one Im all alone I want to die rolling merrily into the leave me alone you dont understand full blown into the the nobody does headbutted up against a softly spoken what if I do how could you she countered because Ive got an imagination pop went her weasel inspite of herself laughinghootingsnorting finger pointingwaving that was good she conceded that was really good
checkmate

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a tells tale

August 17, 2006 § 3 Comments

reflecting reflection playing on players house of games strips the righteous right down to the sinister ah yes adam&eve retold andbutyet wait, damn me we’re not out of the garden yet, innocent naivete is nought butjust another feint for the faint of heart making a mockery of truth so help me god because everything is what we take of it and the canyou areyou willing to runwithit, yeah there it is, the flaw the hitch in the come or getalong as the case may have been is not pride but doubt and the itch is the seduction–the play&the played–and the fatal flaw, don’t you know, is betting on your unflagging certainty that you know what you thought you did, so

you have game? do you play the tell

or tell the play

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