Perilously Precocious

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    September 2nd, 2010

    Cancer is a poseur bitch.
    And while Jesus may love everyone,
    I think Cancer’s an asshole.

    Mad props to my first
    BFF who kicked its ass,
    Mad props to my second
    Who will do it also.

    Why are my friends getting cancer diagnoses?

    Where?

    August 30th, 2010

    contrary to what you may have heard
    i’ve spent significant time in this life
    being
    invisible

    Perspective Placers

    August 30th, 2010

    Working for a pediatric neurosurgeon, I sometimes come upon sad stories of little people.

    Real life sometimes rips my heart from my chest.

    Take A Peek

    August 30th, 2010

    i like
    to look
    in peoples’
    windows
    while they
    work
    that’s why
    i leave
    my blinds
    open

    The Clacking Keys

    August 29th, 2010

    Charlie was not late.  Though his lonely feet dragged one after another in an endless motion towards the rail station, he was early.  His hat fell down his forehead a bit, and the dust from the road rose and fell with every forward stomp.  No longer did the pretty girls on arms of other fellows catch his eyes.  Lovely ladies such as those were not interested in any beau besides their own.  Not to mention that any gal who peered his sweat laced face would find the piercing loyalty of her brother’s border collie, which was intense even when he was not longing for her in particular.

    No one noticed Charlie these days anyhow.  His eyes naturally spilled down onto the floor, very rarely looking up to check that he might be en route to crashing into someone.  He was a fish fighting the current of pedestrian traffic, and as it happened every time he walked through the crowded sidewalks, other people moved aside without noticing him, even ever so slightly.

    At the ticket booth, Charlie stopped, and stood in front of its glass, staring at the chipped blue fingernails of the woman working the register.  Her fingers poked spastically on her clacking keys, with the bustle of chaotic rooster claws, while she cackled over her shoulder at the girl working the register two windows down.  “Bawk, squeal, did you hear what she did then?” she went on, as everyone did, not seeing Charlie.

    “Bawk, that girl went cackle cackle squawk squawk and I just don’t know that she was thinking at all!” Charlie’s eyes lifted in confusion at the woman’s words, settling at her ruby colored mouth and lipstick stained teeth.  Words tumbled out of her throat, over her teeth, and past her lips.  Guttural cawing flung itself from beyond the fleshy conical stalactite in the back of her throat as she went on with emphatic movements ,  “Cockadoodle, yes she did, can you believe it?” The chicken woman, realizing her gossip had been served to a man standing before her, turned her face to him.  Without waiting for him to tell her his destination, she forced a ticket into his hands, and demanded, “Eleven peckles.”

    Charlie’s hand, of its own volition, reached into his pocket, pulled out a few bills, and handed them to the woman.  She took his money, folded it into the drawer of the register, and promptly set to clacking her claws against the register keys, cackling away at anybody but Charlie.

    Before I was a Twinkling

    August 29th, 2010

    Sometimes I question my sobriety
    Before I was born
    And what I was thinking
    When I chose the trials I would experience.

    It’s not predestination.
    There is no “MUST” in suffering.
    Simply prescience and
    The hope I would remember
    What I was thinking
    Before I was born.

    Delusions of Grandeur

    August 27th, 2010

    you words held once
    much more sway
    i’m not buying
    that which you’re selling
    anymore

    Sick Day

    August 26th, 2010

    I called into work the other day
    because I wasn’t sure I would make it in
    without running someone over.

    Please let this mood leave me soon, I have shot bile darts for weeks now.

    Pisces Moon

    August 25th, 2010

    The moon so bright this morn
    Thought it was a sunrise
    But realized it was Rising
    In the wrong direction
    And that it’s Autumn,
    Where the sun
    Rises after I do.

    Frail

    August 25th, 2010

    “Just listen to this song,” he said.
    And I laid back on the bed.
    Herbal Essences and dirty sheets, I breathed in the confidence to recover from the first bitter taste of lost love.  A revenge so rich that I never had the opportunity to witness if it made its mark or not.

    It was every ounce of life’s pain and beauty pouring from the twenty disc player, “blessed are the shallow for depth they’ll never find.”

    More than a decade later, I watch the rise and fall of this piece within my soul and realize it was the music that saved me.

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