January 2010
9 posts
Something to believe in
.
You can’t tell me anything
today, that I don’t already
know -but tell me anyway,
in case I’m wrong tomorrow.
All I ask, is that you spice it
up a bit - maybe kill a German
or two. You can even make
God an octopus in a tutu if
you want - I promise I’ll
believe you.
Keep it
.
keep a distant journal
keep it close to real
keep thinking you’ll live forever
keep taking the pills
keep an eye out
keep an open mind
keep your head held high
keep your feet on the ground
keep hoping you’ll win the lottery
keep believing in God
keep praying for a miracle
keep dismissing the odds
keep up with the Joneses
keep the wolves at bay
keep delaying the inevitable
keep...
The blue suitcase
.
It was raining cement outside as well as on the news. He pulled the curtains and turned off the TV knowing there was nothing he could do. In an hour or so he would be leaving. His daughter had already packed a blue suitcase with what she thought he should bring, and his son- in- law had taken the afternoon off work and was on his way over to drive him. For a few minutes he stood by the door and...
hearsay
.
Why do you always want
me to say, what you
want to hear?
Just say it without me
and see that I’m here.
Til Then
. Like a lot of things around here, the dive on the corner of my street used to be more. Story goes, that fifty-odd years ago, the likes of Johnnie Ray, Frankie Lane and Sammy Davis Jr. had everybody up on the dance floor. There’s even a rumor, that Frank and Ava used the apartment directly above, for ‘relaxing’. But, you would have to talk to Eddie Bees about that, as he was the only one left...
Do you think they know we're here?
.
I am under oath. A promise made to someone long ago. My word, that I would stay true, whatever happens, right or wrong. So, indulge me now and then be gone, because this ain’t about you; even though it’s hard for me to say that, as you lay there with nothing on, blowing smoke out the window.
the rubble of lies
.
It wasn’t me, well
alright maybe it was. It just sounded good
then because - because
I thought that’s what
you wanted to hear and
in many ways, it was the
same for me. Yes, I lied to you. there’s
no getting away. No excuse. At the time, I thought it was
the lie that said enough,
eventually might come true. Well it didn’t. And I still don’t
have the strength to let you go,
so...
By All Means
. Take pity on the person that bleeds all over you, but be wary not to give more than you can afford, because they’ll come back for the rest of it.
The anatomy of an idea
. My brain is replete with a thousand frantic Indians at the train station in Bombay, all hoping for a seat. Some clutch the hands of their families, desperate to get away; others with just the clothes on their backs - most have been here for days. The giant clock makes the time seem more important than it is, because everyone knows the train will only leave, when there’s not an inch of room left....