Month: February 2011
To, too, two
I followed a car home from work today, about 10 miles worth. The driver had a custom-made bumper sticker that read: TO BLESSED TO BE STRESSED. Obviously the sticker’s creator did not consult a grammar/usage handbook before printing the thing out, and I understand that mistakes happen. Stressed the hell out of me, though.
Family Tradition
Three-Word Wednesday, prompt words: stress, juicy, figure.
Family Tradition
At odds again. Head under
pillow he listens, loud words
shouted with spiteful stress.
Through thin walls neighbors
also hear, just a juicy
tidbit to share. Proficient
hands land on his tired
figure. He stifles sobs,
but nothing’s lost—his voice
grows stronger, fists harder,
every day saving up
the lessons learned
with more to follow.
Hush, I’m watching my stories!
For reasons I cannot understand, the wife was telling me about some soap opera she watches. I swear I thought she said there was a “big bust catastrophe,” and my mind immediately created a hundred, nay, a thousand different scenarios. Turns out it was a “big bus catastrophe.”
Old Friend
Three Word Wednesday, prompt words were blink, kind, and occasion.
Old Friend
I didn’t recognize you.
A shy, drawling “Hey” sparked
a recent memory which face
and figure didn’t match. Staring,
blinking, I tried to place
you, but only the eyes looked
familiar. Deep within their sunken
pools reflections of what you were
still remained. Why did you do it?
What kind of driving need
caused you to pursue such
deceptive self-destruction,
your mind and body blasted
by repeated momentary pleasure?
The will to die I can understand,
but the will to live such
a life, raging for the next
fix, comes from a place
I cannot know. This should have
been one happy occasion, lively talk
about work and kids and hard-earned
success. But like a boy caught
in a lie I could only mumble,
look aside, and wish there
was more I could say.
Audible moon shine
Oct. 13, 1835:
The real beauty of Lemming’s playing (he is a Danish musician; I heard him at the University Club) was that he stroked the guitar. The vibrations became almost visible, just as when the moon shines on the sea the waves become almost audible.
–Kierkegaard’s Journals
No card this year, but . . .
Our Long Walk
The late-fallen snow,
hard-packed by the feet
of those omnipresent
classmates whose company
we forgot,
posed no danger, yet with
instinctive eagerness
you held my arm
and I held yours.
We did not know,
as we lingered
in the scattered shadows
beside Schroon Lake, that
after twenty-two years
we would still walk
arm in arm,
pressed close, sharing
breath, love, life.
(Our first date was Feb. 14, 22 years ago; we’ll be married 21 years March 10. It’s been a great walk.)
Wisdom from the (South) East II
~Congressman who reveal nipples in online attempt for girl also reveal he plenty nuts.~
~Only big half-wit turn down free Cold Beer.~
Wisdom from the (South) East
~ Lazy man, like man with no arms, must exert big effort to be handy.~
~Man who thinks he King Shit have head up ass.~