in the days
we get our fill
of events
for example
across the street a
mini riot
15 people
some with bats
banged a few
apartment doors down
and scrambled
before the cops arrived
I get in from my walk
and sit in the chair
watching TV
open the window
for some air flow
it’s getting more humid
soon it will be time
for me to take a road trip
I’m just unsure where
it’s almost a year now
since our move
from DC
now were are thinking
about “the good old days”
the highlights
the moments
typical behavior I guess
I was so bored the other day
I decided at lunch
that I would walk out the
front door from where I work
and cross the street
to climb the mountain
unfortunately as I got
to the base
I discovered it was
too steep and
the earth was mostly
not solid
this did not stop me
from going up about
40 feet, then coming
back down sliding backwards
on my feet, tearing up my
hands like a jackass,
getting all the dirt and
rocks in my shoes
ten or fifteen minutes were over with
and I was happy
just to get some fresh air
though there wasn’t much
of a view at that level
return to the microwave
and desk at work
close the door, hope there’s no
phone calls so that I can
focus on something else
besides line art, fonts,
color seps, color plates,
typos slipping through the cracks,
underlying tensions floating
throughout, and general problems
popping up left and right
I have to separate the two
my own life and that of a
print specialist
not always easy
these days:
watching such shows as Angel, Buffy, Six Feet Under, Sopranos, etc. reading Blindness. listening to the audio book of Siddhartha. watched all the various stunts these kids are pulling these days, paper cuts in the webs of their fingers and toes, corners of mouth, God forbid up near the eyelids. a lot of insanity and wasting time. I want to keep myself busy part of the time, and at other parts, sit and stare off, close my eyes, breathe, write . . .
wife. husband. holding patterns. burns on legs, on arms. scars. life scars. send a rocket to mars. we say we can’t go that far. lemon with water, lemon in mouth. the entire pension plan. this man is insured. and talks relevant matter in current times. the craft’s surface is scolding hot. land here. land herewith, dismissed on account of. fit your hand in this glove. I like pranks, too. but not to the point of seriously hurting people. a fine line. walking in what you imagine to be a woods which is really just a shaded street. sometimes we wonder what our cats think, what goes through their heads. they love us, we can tell. the way they lay down with us at night and sleep is heart crushing. love for these small beings trembles in me to the point of frustration, not being able to express or understand it myself.
years ago I fell down a flight of wooden stairs. after all the time my hip is reaping the pain from it now as I limp like an old man and mostly can only sleep on my left side. I walked and walked to gain rank in the higher platitudes of physical depletion but against all hopes that I would be deleted off the map altogether.
melting fame. melting to the point they have to be reminded who you are any more. a man sitting on a hill staring out will most likely not make it to magazine pages. you always have to be a part of some scene to make it into something like that. clumsy with everything, he decided to head up there and leave the rest of the world behind.
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