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!

Goodmorning, heartache- you’re like an old friend September 29, 2009

Colby and I concluded yesterday’s evening discussing our current rotation of bizarre apocalpyptic dreams.  It started when he confided to me that the reason he has been sleeping with the air conditioning on, although our nights have been becoming quite cold, is due to the fantastic nightmares he seems to have when his body is struggling to keep warm is, well, enjoyable to him.  Wow, you like having nightmares AND being cold?  Right on, son   When he described his most current dream though, my hair stood on end- it was an end of times sort of dreams with sky  black and filled with a constant curtain of stars falling past the Earth.  There’s no where to hide in these dreams.  I’ve been having that dream for a long time.  It was a cool conversation and we even read portions of Revelations.  Anyway, there’s no point here- I am just wondering is, when I wake him up in a few minutes for school, if he actually slept well after that.

I did not have  a great night of sleep.  I slept soundly a little after one o’clock but had cried sometime beforehand and now, despite a frozen rice and vegetables compress I held on my face, my eyes and lips are obviously puffy; ugh, I hate that!   I could cry for three seconds and you’d be able to tell three days later!  I’m not even sure what to make of the conversation Dale and I had.

I’ve got to get moving; I’m determined to have a decent day- cross country meet this afternoon and a drug raid at work to keep me busy.   It’s all going to start momentarily with some french toast and loud music