my E l e c t r o n i
c pen ... the 2011 hottest summer edition
ever ...
September came
August ... 31
lovely
dreams, a real sleep, poots feels normal, whatever your
normal is.
August ... 30
7:20 am -
- - - in pursuit
write for the sake of writing
August ... 29
7:01 am -
- - - the only thing today
is, is monday.
days in
single file
dickens said, 'it was the best of times, it was the worst of
times'
can the future really be so unpredictable
the past so painted
the now so bittersweet?
and in my
dreams, there was an oversized baby;
a hidden one, growing, inside of me, about to be born.
too many baby photos has even this otherworldy mother dreaming
real dreams
looking over
each shoulder now, aside from itchy messy head, i slept.
do hurricaines cause itchyness?
people ask,
do you like your school choice?
how can i know, the results are not yet out.
August ... 28
8:56 am
- - - - of hurricanes
and birthdays
August ... 27
7:54 am
- - - - day
8.
don't read
the papers today poots. maligning truths in bold print, you
just lost some money.
the virus may be gone, effects linger, trapezius muscles,
amongst others.
woulda coulda slept better, woulda eaten more, if the swiss
didn't show up.
When you look into my eyes
And
you see the crazy gypsy in my soul
It
always comes as a surprise
When
I feel my withered roots begin to grow
Well
I never had a place that I could call my very own
That's
all right, my love, 'cause you're my home
When
you touch my weary head
And
you tell me everything will be all right
You
say, "Use my body for your bed
And
my love will keep you warm throughout the night"
Well
I'll never be a stranger and I'll never be alone
Whenever
we're together, that's my home
Home
can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike
Indiana's
early morning dew
High
up in the hills of California
Home
is just another word for you
Well
I never had a place that I could call my very own
That's
all right, my love, 'cause you're my home
If I
travel all my life
And
I never get to stop and settle down
Long
as I have you by my side
There's
a roof above and good walls all around
You're
my castle, you're my cabin and my instant pleasure dome
I
need you in my house 'cause you're my home.
You're
my home.
You're
my home.
-Billy Joel, 1973
August ... 26
7:02
am
is there
more to say what's not been said
more tapes to play, not been played
more stolen time; in which to say, to play,
to stay.
August ... 25
11:34 pm
warm, poots
is eating, late.
back to school/ back to work/ back to back/
arching a bent back
squinting sleepy eyes
curls, pursed lips,
she smiles once again.
August ... 19
7:23 am wedding dreams
wakey wakey
wide world;
training thoughts to stay on the track
or at least on the train
in a thoughtful world
what has poot to say today
of sunshine and string theory
where only theoretically, things are connected
and the rest, is left to the wind
and the softest, brownest summer arms and legs
accompany me
we're on the road again
september is calling
everytime i follow...
August ... 18
6:53 am back in black
waking up closer to what is
beloved
makes a happy poot
indeed
running dreams
pearl daydreams
fences and hedges
everything old
is everything new
can one really write about the state of their body here
i guess not.
August ... 13
6:32 am island dreams
the world falls into place
stolen time
stolen thoughts
stolen dreams
August ... 12
6:18 am vacation
calling
unnamed
birthday wishes;
dreams of hedges and backyard parties;
stunned, slightly;
happy slightly;
treading slightly;
rhode island calling, i have the mug, and the t-shirt.
August ... 11
8:00 am
"and
the light shines in the darkness; and the darkness does
not comprehend;"
in when do you live, in the now, in the past, in forever.
in this moment, there is here; there is now;
poots' shoulders, square.
there is no PCI-DSS; there is no vacation;
there is no truck.
have i learned this way,
was i born this way,
do i protect myself this way.
hiding a heart, is the only way i know.
a dog barks.
August ... 10
6:58 am darkness
august rain
follows, in suit.
tippy-toeing through black and white;
i watch the world with glasses, tinted; sometimes clear;
sometimes broken;
is it watching over me today.
conversations remain the same;
years and years go by,
they laugh; i cry;
and then it rained on my parade.
are people as happy as they appear?
and why is it news, that beauty fades
or is imagining enough, since i've passed the
self-mutilation threshold.
August ... 9
6:10 am is it still summer
no cream in
my coffee;
was it the shitty wine;
empty kisses;
or pci dss;
lingering
listless
does rock bottom really exist
markets crashing;
london burning;
what is fragile
and what is not.
chew, poots, chew.
summer seems long today.
August ... 5
6:36 am
slumber came;
bound by ladders, no snakes,
and the sweet august mornings that will be soon behind us...
the house is rearranged, tidy, by a woman who doesn't live
here
what does that make me?
sip, poots, sip.
caffeine is different now
moving from the other side, slower
more fuzzy sides on a seven-sided box
can you say that ten times fast
i felt better before i read the headlines
crumbling
i thought the recession was over
am i not paying attention
august, will you leave me now...
August ... purposeful
... 4
5:54 am Nietzsche
all
the quotes about sleep
are not available to me now
cafeine at 5:54
shoulders down, poots.
you can do it.
am i afraid of more than my own mind
feeling practical otherwise, imperative that PCI-DSS gets
addressed;
lifelong cash is always paramount; respect; purpose;
ownership.
it indeed, happens once in a while.
sitting by sunlife;
reeling in the years;
sit up straight poots;
you own something.
how much has really not killed you?
everything?
August ... longer than
... 3
6:20 am
not
wearing early morning like a badge today;
poot's trembling hands, messy black nails in tow,
require delays
a bit of dulled senses may be what the doctor ordered
soft legs;
straight back;
ringing ears
snip lyrics
August is here
2
7:00 am PCIDSS needs to be done
and
when did beauty get more beautiful?
scant words;
stiff everything;
arch your back poots, and try to wake up into the mEp.
a few words in the middle of the otherside
grainy, rainy, augusty days, following this high school
reunion back in time
a birthday month, a vacation away, pacman anyone?
can you really turn back time
with a glance; some lightening; and a few cartwheels
how much is possible, in the rain, and in the mid summer
hail;
and the lexicon follows us, scientists, even, wherever we
are not.
beckoning, as the sun does, everything wet
is shiny again
...
PCI-DSS must be addressed.
now.
August is here
1
separation
and
beauty
7:58 minutes of a man making love with his guitar
...
THE MOST BEGUILING EYES (Stephen Fearing)
Clive
Cregson
You have the most beguiling eyes, that I have ever seen They can
catch me up and spin me, and leave me in a dream
Though the words you speak are truthful, you know, you hurt me
when you say that the time you spend with me is but a small part
of your day
It seems that i'm the one that always comes a calling, and I'm
asking you away from other friends but I'm waiting for the
sounds of your step outside my door when the sun is setting low
and the evening ends ...
I have always thought, that the picture's what you make it, and
I've always believed that my actions were my own
Tell me can you see, that to give without recieving is bound to
leave my heart like a piece of molten stone
Because it seems that I'm the one, that always comes a-calling,
and I'm asking you away from other friends
But Im waiting for the sounds of your step outside my door when
the sun is setting low and the evening ends ...
juxtaposed;
"i've looked
at life from both sides now
from give and take
and still somehow..."
7:11am