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Dream A Little Dream…

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Posted in Books & Stories

Not A Bug-Monster That Wanted To Eat My Hand

 

 

But actually a leaf that I flicked off my ailing lounge chair as I partially draped my blanket over it to dry, the other part hanging over the balcony rail that around here is called a deck nonetheless in the air: you know, not ground level but top floor. I think it’s high enough to qualify. In any case the glow of the jack-o-lantern is keeping watch. It’s still dark out. I’ve been up since 11:30pm. Doesn’t make sense? I passed out to a movie early, right after supper, slept for about 4 hours, innocently enough rose to go to the bathroom, decided to grab the laundry basket on the way back, and you can guess the rest. I thought, “no work tomorrow I can nap during the day” and kept going. I did catnap through another movie during the second wash, got up for the dryer, noticed it was 1:30am and mused, “who says you have to sleep” …

 

But I most likely will plug in something and see if I’ll close my eyes for a couple of hours now at 4:33am.

 

The temp’s dropping to 290, wonder if the blanket will freeze a bit. The sun is going to shine necessarily defrosting it dry.

 

I can breathe in how fresh it’s going to smell…

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv

Sheets Of Rain

 

Should I stand outside with my bar of soap? It’d work for certain. Could I finish my shower before a bolt of lightening finds me? Good question. What am I doing up at 1A.M.? Listening to the rain and contemplating espresso, would I like a shot? Yes, actually I would.

 

I love the weekend.

 

All this deep thought is calming, making me lazy, inspiring me to go back to sleep, but if the lightening desists I may put on a wash. All I have to do is rise and get the hamper. On the way I might just stop off at the bed instead. Either way I have to get up and move.

 

Yeah, move…

 

There’s a siren in the distance that’s becoming more distant, nope, closer, nope, must’ve made a left turn somewhere, distant, gone, and my internet went out. Reboot. The ravages of rain and the thunderstorm… hmm, sounds like a band.

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, business, Movies, Music, Reviews

Gone Fishin’

 

 

The band’s gonna give it to you, yes they are. If you don’t believe it just come round to where they hang. It’s one of my favorites as I walk that keeps a good pace. Having the ear buds in make the lyrics so clear, with the background quips, grunts and ha-s and then one day it occurred to me… the band has to give it to you the only way to be satisfied (you know), after all they’re not 15 anymore or at least they don’t look it. I remember an interview with one rocker who revealed he practices yoga to be able to satisfy his wife, to be able to last as long as she needs him to. Ha… yup, it’s necessarily so however you’d like to look at it, slice and dice it. How valuable, how good it is to have a partner, a friend, someone special over the years so there’s no worry, to be able to be yourself. Remember when and growing old, what’s that?

 

Good guys who get those bad guys and win, I love those movies. How many times have they lulled me to sleep, just last night in fact. A great cast that gets better and better, different roles for some but it’s great to see… well, them, especially actors I’ve watched over the years. Might sound silly but its like family reunions answering the questions of how’ve you been and looking good! How can I fall asleep to such violence? What violence? They do what I can’t being over my head in reality, legality, in other words if I stood in the street and let out a scream to release the distress “they’d” take me away in a rubber truck. Instead my good guys get the bad guys and I wake up refreshed. We win! I embrace the day! Or do I just love a good action film? Like the CEO in Small Soldiers said, more or less, it’s not violence it’s action, kids love action. This kid certainly does.

 

Sweet dreams.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Flashes, Just Poetry, Motivational

You Should Model

 

You should model he said

No I shouldn’t

Yes you should

Not at all I said as he came over

A little closer

Put his arm around me he was so much taller

 

How did it start

Well let me tell you

I got out of work early

It never happens you see

Not to me

Almost thrilling

I put in the time for half hour vacation

So I could leave

Will it be approved

One never knows

Nonetheless out the door I flew

But

I forgot to clock out

Just a block away around I spun to come back

Don’t ask I quipped as a friend let me in

Time clock awry

To the office I went

Straightened it all out

Speaking of which

Out the door I went

Fifteen minutes later

No turning back

Not this time

 

Not this time

 

In the median we were to cross the street

Conversation innocent enough

What does your t-shirt say

Oh snap with a skeleton holding part of its leg

Purple and orange

You ready for Halloween

Since October 1st I’d said

They mumbled to each other in levity

You should model said one

Say what

No I shouldn’t

Yes you should

Not at all I said in levity too as he came over

A little closer

Put his arm around me he was so much taller

No you should

My name is Michael

You have a good night

You too

You have a good one the other one said

A little further ahead

Pointing to me as people do when they mean

I mean you

I pointed back with cell still in hand smiling

That smile to yourself

You too

 

We parted ways

They turned left I kept going straight

 

Did I put my arm around him too

You know I couldn’t remember

But I think I did

Why don’t I remember

Hmm

Michael

Like the archangel I mused

I should model

How could it be possible with this body

 

Oh…

 

With clothes on I questioned the light bulb clicked

How polite

Tactfully said

I’d like to see you naked could it be

He’d been saying to me

 

Imbranato

Not this one

Immersed

Esse quam videre

Passion on his sleeve

His embrace so gentle

 

Oh my

 

How about that

I kept pace with my playlist’s music in my head

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Classroom Notes, Just Poetry, Motivational

  Ufuk’s Kiss

 

 

He gave just a little kiss like this…

Not on your life

 

He was her boyfriend not mine

We all lived in the same house being teachers abroad

Ages 21 to 60 beyond

It didn’t matter as we made life work

We didn’t necessarily hang out together

Though we had our moments to share

We sought our interests

This evening in the kitchen we were

He had done something helpful

Or was it something he’d said

I remember standing in the doorway

As I quipped to him you rock

Mimicking a kiss through the air

More kick than I thought

Or he felt it for real

Not intended

 

Honest

 

He shot one back to me

Almost knocking me off my feet

I felt that arrow penetrate my being

My core

But he never moved from his spot

That’s passion pure form

His girlfriend my flatmate didn’t like it one bit

No

She did not

 

I love life

He had plenty

 

It lay silent inside me until just now

Some years flitting by

What was her boyfriend’s name

A harmless muse walking early today

There were two I’d confuse of two friends

Well one not so much

 

Then I remembered

And remember I did

That’s passion

Don’t dwell on the past

The hell you say

Oh

Just for the moment I believe I’ll stay

 

 

 

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“I’ll tell you how the Sun rose – a ribbon at a time…”(Emily Dickinson) — my virtual playground

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Posted in Books & Stories, Movies, new year

Steam Rises

 

What an interesting sight steam rising from the blanket I hung outside over the deck railing. Well, it didn’t last long… the sun rose and spread itself over like buttering bread and now it’s dry enough that phenomenon ceased. Ha, phenomenon… it looked cool while it was happening though.

 

Watching a movie named Bear Island with a supernatural cast, the greatest assembly of actors, and nary a bear in sight. Nothing like Skull Island yet I expected polar bears with it being set in snow covered mountain peaks and jagged edges resembling teeth. Opening scene a skier zips across the screen, being me the first thought was a polar bear walking back picking its teeth, or a mom and her cubs belching as they trundled by but it’s not a comedy and our skier makes it to a tent radioing for help that never comes being run over by a snowmobile tent and all. What? Yes, there was a lot more.

 

But that’s enough.

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry

Batman

 

They were married. What they did was their business or so they thought. One evening he thought he’d add some spice and dressed as Batman, well… in a mask and cape at least. She’d agreed to be the damsel in distress tied to the train track, aka, their bed. He stood at the foot on the oak board as he leapt into the air to the rescue the post at the head breaking his fall. He tumbled unconscious on top of his bride. She panicked, never a good thing, and screamed for help.

 

The fire department came with an ambulance at their side but what a sight, naked and naked in a cape. Kept a straight face as they freed her and revived him loading him in for observation though they’d seen more than enough.

 

What would you have done?

 

This is what I would do…

 

He’d told me the story for whatever reason I can’t quite say what the intention might have been, to intrigue, to entice, nope, no way, but I didn’t have to think twice. “I’d have left you for dead” I said not missing a beat. “No way would anyone ever see us like that. I’d free myself then get dressed, call 911 after the fact. If you were still alive they’d revive you. I’d found you that way after all, you’d called me into the bedroom I heard a thud on the way in. ‘Poor man… I didn’t know he had it in him’… we’d and we’ll never do such a thing, don’t even go there.”

 

That was saltpeter enough.