If you can’t spit it out before the driveway, just keep it to yourself. Forever. November 9, 2009

“three minutes left
if there’s anything you
want to say… you’ve got
three minutes… nothing? oKay
then.” the last exit.  the turn left.
torrents of smoke dance and shimmy like
ghosts above each chimney. two hands
on the wheel.  emergency brake
(symbolic?) divides us. we
are on sides. just three
minutes to decide. to
speak. to speak.
to speak.

there’s trees.
and leaves. and lies.
I plea on behalf of bodies 
and bark, headlights and dark.
i’m sinking further into the wet
ground- mouths melt hot and I’m falling
like Alice… drink me. trip on
roots. trip on the moon. put
my fingers into my mouth-
baby spoons dig, unearth
this girl who speaks
who speaks who
speaks too many words.

After a snowy early morning run at the end of 2008.  I actually remember this morning very, very well.  I’ve taken a pain pill for the horrible way my body feels this evening- I need sleep.  My spine feels wrung out.  I think it’s making me a little sleepy and sad- crazy and imaginative.  My bed is a pirate ship; we sail out at daybreak and ride through the painted sky on swollen clouds.  Night night.

Before this Fall October 28, 2009

I’m wary of trees

The leaves- when lush

with languid August rush- they

lie and lull

Make me stupid

beneath midnight canopy

beneath summer Cygnus, Lyra-

These fill and brim your silvered eyes

Flit the skies and play across

lips pressed like hands in prayer

What can I trust

when morning is on your tongue?

(like summer, you run-

-I remember)

shooting and stabbing,

sharp, so sweet

Make me stupid

until September

 

Eh, something I’m working on.  See, if I’m ‘working on it’, it means- do not criticize.  It also means I’ll shove it into my daily planner amid fifteen other short and long pieces that I’ll never get back to, and lately I feel vulnerable putting up long finished pieces.  Like running a race, you have to have an excuse afterwards for your performance, even if it’s a good one.  

Got a long way to go and a short time to get there.

The Halloween parade is tonight- I love Uniontown parades!

Sunday Sicklies October 12, 2009

We’re all sick kids.   Colby’s wandering around with a quilt wrapped around him, looking like royalty- King Nyquil.   Violet’s room even smells toxic.  My nose is constantly dripping, but not to the point of making walrus tusks out of t.p., which I ordinarily will do. 

I feel like I’ve spent the weekend in bed.  Maybe because I did.  Life revolved around the bed after running ten miles Saturday afternoon, culminated in some Tylenol PM (sore) taken much, much too late, and resulted in waking at 11:20 am today.  I felt like I was late for the first day of tenth grade or something- utterly lost.  Did I miss the bus?  I don’t know the last time I slept so much. And it didn’t stop there- I remained horizontal all afternoon posting things on Craigslist, eBay and various forums hoping to rake in some needed cash.   Someone please buy my stuff.  Now tis late Sunday nigght and I’m STILL lying across the bed!  I must get out tomorrow- maybe put down some miles, run some errands- visit the mountains, chase some hobbits.  It’s really getting thick with autumn aura out there- I was amazed by the difference in the mountains when I was there Saturday morning-  the leaves are changing here, but up there they were absolutely beautiful and peaking.  I was along the river…..wow.  I want to get back up there and all of us go hiking before a good rain or wind destroys the foliage. 

Looks like I will not be a rock star after all- my services are unwanted.  Oh well, I really don’t think I could’ve pulled it off anyway (sniff sniff) 

Five days until Columbus (insert scared-face icon)  I’m a little stiff and sore after a ten-miler- NOT GOOD.  I just want to be fast.

and
Running is something that we’ve always done and

mostly I can’t even tell what I’m running from

(Amanda Palmer- Runs in the Family- great song)   Ho hum ho hum I guess it’s time to EXPIRE retire.