Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Standing outside....

I tried to squint. To just peek, to abandon peripheral vision and logic, and the hand~me~down wisdom I wear like tattered jeans.
To peep through pretend glasses, sprinkled with rhinestones, and tortouise shell rims.


To float.

To play driftwood again.


But in the wee hours of the night,
My eyes pop open
and the new words ticker tape by me,
bleached out confetti hung out to dry on the line...
Somewhere off in the distance,
the old words,
bouncing off a Drive-in movie screen,
silent now,
are bigger than life....


And I'm haunted.



By the laughter. The naked laughter of wreckless nights.

And
the skinned knees
of crashing...



Haunted...
by the accidental high
of wildness.


Ghosts never slam doors. They rattle chains, but they never slam doors.....


In the morning, I'm putting dead bolts on.

And tomorrow night,I'm dancing....

15 comments:

singleton said...

OMG! Fine Young cannibals...a gazillion years old...I shoulda put this on before I hit send! I wouldn't need to write a word...:)

kj said...

my comment is simple: magnificent.

every word, magnificent.

xoxo

singleton said...

KJ...Muah! Magnificent is finding you here after all these months of me being in the desert on a horse with no name....

And knowing...you know...exactly what I'm talking about!

Skinny said...

It's amazing how pink becomes green and something so clear becomes so muffled,or not...
from the outside.

Maithri said...

Wild Angel,

Your words come singing to me across the mirrored lake of morning...

Like smooth pebbles skimmed across the waters... Like the foamy breath of an untamed ocean...

How good it feels
to sit
here,

in the warmth of your
light,

Always love, M

singleton said...

Skinnylittlesisterlove..and how under a perfect midnight moon, black and white can become the not yet even named colors of a kaleidescope...
ILYSVVM!

SweetMathri...Love the new smile!
Stones...Babylove and I were skipping them today, little river rocks psssssting, badapping, plunking into the wishing well, and with every splash, accidental wave, his smile grew more huge than the splash before...
chubby little hands clapping in round after round of applause!
Love grows...
And this little stone's for you!

eric1313 said...
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eric1313 said...

"Ghosts rattle chains, but never slam doors"

Clink! From a DJ booth in Hot Springs, I clink! you my friends.

Singleton... You have no idea how much I miss your words and phrases and ideas popping like new suns being born from the ink of the void.

And now I'm being laughed at for my sentimentality by the girls requesting songs, but that's OK, 'cause they don't know I'm a poet too.

OK, they do now!

Peace and love my friend.

eric1313 said...

btw~

I'd love to buy ths piece of art, if it is for sale.

I'll talk to you again soon, my friend. I promise.

Justgivemepeace said...

Eric....

Ahhhh, rattle a little chain, and see what happens?
Huge Clink, Friend! And you just keep entertaining those girls with your sentimental side (Don't let 'em fool you, they LOVE it!)

So good to hear your voice again in the prattle rattle of the keyboard clankin'!

Much Peace, my friend, stop by anytime...you're missed by many!

PS....this little blue girl is long gone...actually a portrait of a friend I've never met, but on a blue day, knew I had known forever. It was a special request...

Shimmerrings said...

Gosh! Just when I'm lovin' your lines, along comes Eric, who equally dizzies the mind with awe! Man, you two oughta publish your stuff... I told Maithri the same thing!

Shimmerrings said...

Gosh! Just when I'm lovin' your lines, along comes Eric, who equally dizzies the mind with awe! Man, you two oughta publish your stuff... I told Maithri the same thing!

singleton said...

Shimmerings! Good Lord, Girl! Hugs! Pardon me for fallin' off the earth, Thank God it's round....and we have gravity!

eric1313 said...

Singleton, Your words make me cry. But it's good! It's so good to be home and reading your words.

Maybe I still have time to learn to float.

Thank you for encouraging me. You and the rest here in the blog lands are some of the only ones.

Thank you for all your kindness.

When I feel better again, I can't wait for you to read what wells out from the deep.

Much love
Much peace

and a warm smile in the small hours of night

eric1313 said...

And I'm glad to know that little blue girl has a home.

It's funny, you may have never met that friend, but she exists. You gave her life and now she tells stories to the one who loves her.

Is that sentimental enough? ;)

And yes,
by the by---

I'M HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!