Thursday, August 20, 2009

Something Needs To Penetrate My Nerve

Something Needs To Penetrate My Nerve

Often, I stare at my invisible self and I obviously don't see anything.

Something needs to penetrate my nerve, maybe perhaps I grow more appreciative of the busy traffic outside the window, what with it being a 3-way intersection and all.

Minds will stammer and falter and will not drip.
Art is a person and he intimidates.
Not Art Garfunkel. The art itself is something of a metaphor.
It can embody J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan or something pretty similar to it.
Something I'm childish enough to understand.

God floods flowers in bloom all over the backyard.
Like a glacier calving and the sound of it breaking off intensely gently like 5 million suns scientists hesitate to acknowledge.

God fiercely cusses marks all over the horizon and we're pretty dumb to walk away not moved a bit.

The ocean takes itself too seriously to laugh. But at least it concentrates.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009


My family and I went on a cruise to Alaska. Everyone that went: me, my brother, Audrey, my mom, my aunts Harriet and Mary Ellen and uncle Rainey, my cousins Liz and Annette and Lacy, and Granny J (my mom's mom).

Highlights of the trip:
1) Watching whales jumping out of the water and seals and jellyfish and glaciers and black bears and bald eagles and salmon...etc etc
2) Drinking cocktails on top of the ship at night while listening to Feel Good Lost ("Artic Kiss" included Finlandia Vodka and sparkling wine...and "Grizzly Bear" included milk and Amaretto and Jagermeister and Kahlua)
3) Watching messed up cartoons at night with Ben...ever heard of Banana Split? or Danger Island?
4) Becoming a glutton for a week...Dessert Extravaganza.
5) Being annoying...just to make Audrey laugh....Whitey
6) Juneau, Sitka, Ketchikan, and Victoria
7) Ben proposing to Audrey

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Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Red Carpet Martinis

I've always wondered how celebrities become such good friends. Do they just meet each other on the red carpet with Martini's in their hands and say "Toast"? Jimmie Stewart and Donna Reed are probably standing there on the red carpet and see that the host of that year's 1945 oscars, Jack Benny, is walking towards them and so they start talking to each other in order to escape an awkward interview. And so then they strike up this conversation and realize all that they have in common. They both like Martini's. What could go wrong? It is a wonderful life. Or I bet some actress heard some musician's No. 1 hit on the radio and just dug his groove. And so maybe she called him up and asked him to meet her for coffee. Arthur Miller and Marilyn Monroe probably got caffeinated a lot together when 5 & diners were the shit.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Evidence of A Night's Porch Conversation

From my front porch, I see
The moon is loving his spot in the sky.
You notice I'm loving his spot in the sky.

"Pay attention, honey!"

I feel sorry.

She says something to me
and I don't hear it
and as she starts her next sentence,
the smoke she took in
comes out
as if it was waiting til she spoke again.

Oh, shit!
I forgot she's talking.

The smoke hugs her planned face
and I'm lost in her words.
But are her words as planned
as how she tries so hard with her face?

Well, her and I read Thoreau and Poe
to recognize how to listen to each other
and not get distracted by
the looks
of what's happening.


She diffuses her clove's red Hot
and I hear it
become dead and tossed into the ash tray.

This gives tomorrow morning a true account of
what we did last night.