Fool Divers

We spend our lives, throwing away pearls, because, they are not diamonds.~Esperanza~

I Wear An Antique Slip And Wait For Easter

Date Created 08/27/2006 00:04:00

I will torch the little house
that is my soul.
I will burn it down
So that when I am tempted
to visit those rooms
where are the reminders
of he who said he loved me...
I will find no trace
of solid matter there,
with which to pine.
Only piles of ashes.
And I will draw a cross upon my forehead.
For until all these memories
are carried to the wind,
Easter for my wanting,
never comes.
"Memories are just dead men making trouble."
~Gabriel Garcia Marquez
The General in his Labyrinth

Wrecking Ball
Emmylou Harris

When Something Falls By Kaylee Koss

I don't consider myself a particularly messy person, compared to the general public- when you compare my desk to the general condition of the desks in my studio, objectivity (albeit without subjective informative discourse) would perhaps hold my hand and slowly try to coax me away from such cognitive dissonance. But I know where everything is! So although it is a bit…cluttered, at least there is an organization to the whole, though it may be beyond mere human observation. This is fine- well, tolerable- for desk- and countertops, but my floor is covered in sawdust. I'd like to say it's nostalgia for old pubs, but it's really just because I don't sweep. It works well to absorb pools of liquid from knocked-over containers on the cluttered desk and counter tops, but it's hell when trying to find a screw, nut or othersuch trifle that has slipped from your gnarled grasp. Now, it's no easier when this happens out in a field, looking for a contact lense or a key in the middle of the woods. And the same maxim applies: When something falls, don't try and catch it. Watch where it falls so you can pick it up. The point is not to keep something from falling. Things will fall. Some things break. Very few things break irreparably, have you the inclination or the wherewithal to attend to their mending. The more important thing, I would think, is not losing them, when they could still be so useful. Irreplaceable even. Your first inclination is to reach out and try to catch it before it completes its natural trajectory. Whenever I try this, I just end up tripping over something, or am so concentrated on my hand that my ego doesn't allow me to focus on the subject of my attention- the thing falling. And so it falls anyway, but without someone watching where it went, to pick it back up again. So keep yourself out of the picture, and just be there to pick the damned thing back up. And it wouldn't kill me to sweep up a bit.

New Year's Eve Because It's August

he waltzed along the top of the edge
of the building
drunk
slightly
and as he swung and looped
around the neon
reading grill
i from below peered out
from beneath the christmas lights
strung into my hair
and fuckly said

"you will fall"
to which he replied with laughter
"what will you do if i do?"
"i will come to your funeral in a red dress"

and i did 

I read the writing on the card
she handed me,
picturing Winnie the Pooh,
holding hands with Piglet,
and walking in the woods.

It read:

This is how much I love, you, Sweetheart.
Keep working hard.
Take pride in what you do.
I'm confident, that with your abilities,
you'll find the exact place, that's right for you. 
 Just where you should be.
I am always so proud of you, and your efforts!
 Love, Rick.

As I handed it back to her, she dreamily said,
"I love Rick, so much..."
"Who's Rick?" I asked.
 "I've no idea." She answered.
"I just found this card on the floor."
"I'm keeping it, because
I think everyone should be loved and believed in,
this much."

I, too, love Rick... Whoever he is...

I shook the beer,
Because I thought it was the salad dressing.
I shook the salad dressing,
Because I thought the lid was on.
I am tasty.

~Cake~

~Thank~you, Flagrante Delicto~
Inspired by Ketchup ~2008

Did You Get That On Video?

this is the time of the night...
that words and thoughts
that no~one understands,
run screaming and panting
from the heart
that is flaming and melting.
to escape the burn.

~cake~