bachelor of flipology

Wowww.

It's so humbling and comforting and annoying that I am human. There have been so many humans that basically every human existential circumstance has been experienced and hemmed and hawed on. Everything I feel is old hat, no matter how new it is to me. Lame-o. No wonder we all want to be rebellious and new and exciting.

(Note- we all want to be like this.)

For crap sakes.

Brod

i am tiny but I am large. I talk but I don't say anything but I say too much and then stop talking.
This might be a preview but I don't want to fast forward through it.
Well maybe that's a lie, but I might as well lie if I'm rambling.
And I guess if I'm rambling I might as well amble as well,
amble to the kitchen and maybe have a bagel with processed cheese. Then go up to bed and read some more of my book. All because I'm a liar.

But liars don't lie because they want to. I lied when I said that I lied. I don't want to fast forward through it at all. In fact, I'd love to buy some time. If time is money, why can't money be time?

I'd pay. I'd pay.
One day I'll be a good woman.

Cowrie

Sooo my stomach is letting in butterflies and not letting them out. And I'm like, what? For goodness' sakes.

Etobico Creek

One last thought before I dull the pain of my tired feet by closing it into the dark of shut eyes.

The pain was well worth their pleasure.

How many wheels, at least automatic, could have crushed the tiny splinters of that bridge?

None.

How many horns could have disturbed the peace of that thriving, peaceful community of resident ducks?

No one walks around with a trumpet.

No trailer hitches snag on the flowers, no rubber tire mess litters the river.

And yes it is the city, and yes there is litter,

and yes the squirrels eat from what it delivers,

but they've adapted this way.

The city I can appreciate is filled with life, with bounteous life, and as long as I can travel on my own two feet, I can find it everywhere, I can leave the street.

Blind Faith - Aug. 7.

I will devote my life to the science of beauty, I will appreciate, with awe, the wonders of science, I will relate these wonders and experiences thereof, and, so doing, rest my incoherent soul.

They say NB is lovely this... or any time of year.

Oh, bearded wonder-

ah, me, your long-haired flower.

How you walk from city to city,

never stopping, no, nor resting.

How your house is made of canvas and,

oh, how I follow you,

perched upon your arm like a shirtsleeve

tattoo.

And yes, I'll stretch and fade

as your skin grows thin,

as we pass the years my ink

will seep so deeper in,

oh, bearded wonder,

your long-haired flower

is looking to stake in.

As long as you have starfish and

a pleasantly hairy chin, oh,

I'll follow to the city,
I'll follow to the water,

you can be my son, oh,

and I'll be your daughter.

Aug. 23, '07 - new book.

Another new slate,

another new page,

metaphorically and

rhythmically speaking.

Another stolen word-

a songbird-

and the bricks in my soul are creaking,

set up with mortar to shield

against future theft-

but you stuck a card and made a hole, and

when it dried I breathed and the world was yours.

No use for regret,

I'm not alone yet.

Go on, it's all yours to take,

when I'm gone I'll start

With a clean slate.