December 2009
9 posts
the graffiti
. The light at the end of the tunnel is not salvation, but instead, the end. So, take a seat, draw a deep breath, and enjoy being in the dark my friend.
Dec 30th
let alone each other
. The man decided, at 11pm, that he should no longer believe in anyone or anything. He would no longer vote for a politician, or talk small talk at work in the hopes of a promotion; he could no more believe a single word he read and he most definitely would never marry again. All of this made perfect sense, while he searched for a pen to write down his plan; but there was no pen to be found and...
Dec 28th
The grass glass
. Drunk on your absence. Sobering, the memory.
Dec 27th
the pull
. These two people Pulled together. These two people Pulled apart.
Dec 25th
The soft pedal
. I spent the day listening, looking for the right thing to say. When the words I longed for, finally blew in, the reason for using them, blew away.
Dec 23rd
Flipping The Bird
. Eddie Bees died last week. He was 79 years old. The local paper said he died suddenly of ‘natural causes’ - a term not that dissimilar to perfectly acceptable. Aside from a brief stint in the army - where on his first day in France, Eddie lost the index finger of his right hand - Eddie Bees lived in New York City, his whole life. When anyone asked what happened to his hand, he loved to say ...
Dec 20th
To be heard
. I saw an ample woman, shouting from a window, at a man who was yelling below. She was threatening all kinds of things, including calling the police, if he didn’t go. He was my age, well dressed in a gray black pinstriped suit and a scarlet pink polka dot tie. For some reason, he was yelling at everyone, telling them all what was wrong with their lives. A woman walked past in a...
Dec 17th
The Alarm clock murder
. Asleep, he dreamed of a girl in a summer dress and army boots. In the web of waking, he tried to remember her face. Awake, he had forgotten her. Alone again, he got out of bed.
Dec 15th
The Bottle
. An old friend is lost in a bottle. The same bottle that gave him the courage to be who he is. The same bottle that defeated him. The same bottle that made him treat everyone like a fool. The same bottle that has left him floating, in the deep end of my empty pool.
Dec 9th