Blinders Keepers On More Levels Than You Can Count
Two horsemen War and Death ride. They might as well with the world especially the US leadership, economy, you-name-it, going to hell in a handbasket. In Missouri there was nothing with that nothingness being captured so much so I thought this book couldn’t possibly be for me, but it all exploded in a blink and the Two sprung forth through the flame. Famine and Conquest could not help but follow and weren’t going to miss it. The lamb indeed follows with them and treks across the country with nowhere to hide while the father watches over his son or is it his guardian angel leaving notes? He’s drawing a blank and keeps it up relentlessly, we the readers don’t know yet, but it’s any man’s game in an apocalypse.
Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride holds nothing on this book although I’d be afraid to imagine what a Blinders Keepers Wild Ride might be. Everyone around him keeps dying but our protagonist just can’t figure it out – I figured it out. I mean, if I can figure it out what’s his deal? Have you ever wanted to yell at a movie screen when the character isn’t moving fast enough or you know what’s going to happen next but s/he doesn’t. I wanted to grab Noah by both shoulders and shake him but realities keep becoming just too blurred. Turns out the father and guardian angel are one and the same double agent, if you will, keeping him alive. To top it off there’s this meteor that doesn’t really exist but the President sees opportunity in opinion polls going up in his favor pretending it does. I don’t know why he just doesn’t send Noah’s dad and a military crew into space to napalm it like they do to so many others.
When you read Blinders Keepers you should hold on to something.
Startled from sleep
But not enough to ignore
The sound is in here
Where I live
Body moving before I could see
Open the door
Staring in the box
Yup, this is it
Shaken half out of my wits
Didn’t know what to do
Can’t call maintenance at 1:30 a.m.
Certainly don’t want to see them
Don’t want to hear their whines
The lightbulb turns on so dim
In my brain
Longing for rest
Down to zero the setting goes
Will it turn off?
Give it a sec
As back up again it’s set
And clicked back on
Without a sound
Well, nothing unusual to speak
Thanks a heap
Threw something in to dry
Now pour some wine
The good kind
Ease my heart
Get back to sleep
I found that out making a late night coffee, just had a yen as it were, but didn’t have enough Italian espresso for a shot, so rather than grind up beans that might have disturbed sleep I added a heaping spoonful of Mehmet Efendi Kurukahveci. The combo made for unique fragrance, flavor and when I rinsed the pot was met with a pleasant surprise; grinds seemed to dissolve away leaving the pot gleaming as if no coffee had been brewed at all.
What I thought would happen was the pot be stained but not this time anyway.
And so lazy Sunday continues to move slowly which is fine with me.
I can tell it’s not Friday night walking home from work thanks to the silence, striking almost eerie in daylight still with an occasional cricket creak. The local bars have nothing going on as if they’re possibly closed but more likely one or two patrons at best. It’s Monday anyway, the semester and graduation over, half the population on the way home, fewer cars on the road and summer soon to begin.
This morning even my birds are chattering in lower tones.
Noticeable changes to say the least.
It’s one of those thunderstorms, not the one that’s supposed to bring the temperature down but one that’s backfiring, raining a little, couple claps of thunder, surprise flash of lightening then nothing. The wind dies, the rain stops, it gets real still and the humidity goes through the roof while the temperature remains too high. 81 is too high for May 10th during the day never mind 10:30 at night, and the way it’s going there will be no 60-anything. The question is do I want to open the couple windows I have cracked wide, do I want to just turn the fan on low for a breeze I can sleep with, try to crash to a movie, what? I look outside and see people like me with sliding doors open refusing to run AC this soon in the year. The need is inevitable but I’d like another month before I have to face what happens to the utility bill. A month and a half’s better.
It’s still and quiet now. Maddening!
Revelations Rated R With
Le Fate Ingnoranti, Incredible Hulk, 40 Carats: Figure It Out
Don’t you realize how fucked up I am
What inspires, influences
After so many years of pain
An abused person that no one knows
Could never wrap your head around where I’ve been
Easier to accuse and blame it on me
Rather than see what’s under your nose
The kid into the older woman
Should it be so simple
Together let’s run away
As the music plays on and I remember
I remember how it goes, how it went
I know love, well knew sex, I was there
I can relate though you can’t
It’s not easy to break through too many years
But the music brings it back
Brings back all the pain
And the shame at someone else’s hand
Dumped in my lap
As you rationalize back
Backwards to your safe place
My synapse exposed unprotected
No one knows
I will never be back