"your skin is something that i stir into my tea"

9.29.2006

as soon as it had started

tomorrow is empty
all the planning
shifting myself
to be at the right place
at the right time
has fallen through

one day i will realize
that it is when i sit back
relax
let the world pass me by
that i find what i am looking for
all this chasing
fruitless as it has been
only serves up sadness

today was to long
so filled up to the brim
with work and school
the small accomplishments of the day
another interview completed
another editorial written
list compiled
academic papers read
and in class
proving im not perfect

theres no way for me
to step down from this place as teachers pet
but im also the one who steps up
challenges the prof
when his actions are unfair
they can hate me all i want
i will never be their friends anyway
they are not like me.

i just wish i didnt feel so lonely
here at home
riding away on my bike
was a harder thing to do tonight
than i had thought it would be
i dont know what i should have done
only that another day has gone by
passed by
and even as i tell myself to give up
i keep trying
its not my nature to sit back and wait
so for all it may drive me mad

9.28.2006

generations

they have hatched
each morning as the sun rolls in
over the buildings that limn the lake
another generation rises up
to plague me
its my fault
my foolishness
the laziness of days past catching up
with red eyes and blurred wings
they populate my airspace
clouds disrupting my breathing
boiling out from the bananas
resting on cupboard doors
hidden til i reach in for the honey
how long will it take for them to die
tiny bodies littering my counters and floor
will i sweep them up
or will they just go to dust beneath my feet

as i limit their diet
cutting out the over ripe bananas
emptying that hot and humid spawning ground
that was my trash can
perhaps i can end their dynasty
or adjust their tastes
in my efforts to kill them off
am i raising a race of super flys
more adept at aerial avoidance
better able to survive these deprivations
evolved to subsist on slouged off skin
growing out from my potted plants
never to be eradicated

9.26.2006

normal please

i want to go back
to ingersoll lakeside
i want to go swimming in the dark
through the waves
wandering down the path in the forest
following glow sticks
like the white pebbles
or bread crumbs
of hansel and grettel
i collected them all at the end of the night
thinking as i did
that no one else would be able to retrace their path
cutting off the beach
til morning
i threw the bunch of glowing wands into the air
at the end of the path
onto the lawn
like the shooting star id seen so brief across the sky
these made rainbows into the night
before they lay still in the grass on the lawn
i want to go back
wishing i had stayed later
helped more
to ensure our invitation

9.25.2006

after a weekend of it

broken down is what i am
my arms feeling thick and useless
the muscles cramped into heavyness
vaguely complaining at me

we went to michigan
i thought it was to be a short day trip
drive up play some dodge.ball in a tennis court
maybe eat some lunch
and head back
but there were 20 of us up there
and just before it started to rain
Ann, our host, Chris' mother
asked if we were still planning to have a bonfire
out on the beach

we'd already gone swimming twice
we didnt have the natural resistance
to that clear clean water
sand empty and stretching for miles
edged by dunes and treed hills
we dove in pants and shirts and all
cell phones and watched forgotten
realized and laughed over later

when the rain started
and the wind screaming across the lake to us
matt and i had already dug the fire pit
and laid in the start of the bonfire
but left it unlit
so we raced back to the beach
from amidst the dodgeball game
number eight or so that one was
and shielded and struggled
until a flame jumped up

we kept that bonfire going
through a torrential downpour
built a wind break around it
leaned in close
one side of our bodies drenching in the rain
the other side steaming as the water heated off our clothes
the waves picked up
crashing like the ocean
and into the water we went again
surfing into shore
swimming madly back out

we stayed there on the beach
well into the morning
the rain stopped
and stars came out
so we stripped down a second time
and let the waves crash through us
as we looked up at the milky way
trying to wrest constelations names
from minds too long blinded by city lights

going from one moment
swimming in rain so hard
it stung the skin
trying to stay under the water
as much as possible
scared that it might start to hail
to floating
belly up to so many stars
they lit the tops of the waves with their light
we ended up in singing
leaning into eachother
in the wind that had picked up again
clutching mulled cider for warmth

as we slowly found sleep crepping onto us
we left
banked down and burried the fire
- it was still burning in the morning
when we went back to retrieve lost towels and socks -
the floors of the house
were scattered with out bodies
wrapped up and draped with blankets
too exhausted to do more

they say we can come back
in the winter
to play in the snow
i will have to take care
to avoid the lure of the beach
and the icy water
that will still im sure tempt me
i will stay near to the bonfires we build then