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.
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...
The grass glass
.
Drunk on
your absence.
Sobering,
the memory.
the pull
.
These two people
Pulled together.
These two people
Pulled apart.
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.
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
...
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...
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.
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.