More or less complicated...tick,tock, tick

So the saying you would forget your head if it weren’t attached doesn’t make a lot of sense. I mean I suppose it means really horribly forgetful but even if you were say that forgetful that you might start to leave your head some place you wouldn’t be able to really leave without it because you couldn’t see to leave.

The saying you’ll be late to your own funeral makes much more sense. I know two people who this really applies.

The dodge ball count down is tick, tick, ticking away.

More complicated

Other stuff…

There is a space
Between she and me.

Looking across the table
Wondering as I see her there
What does she see in him

The shine in her eyes
Warm, deep autumn
It draws me in and holds me

Listening to her speak
Speaking of her life
I hear and see she is dying

Now wondering
Why doesn’t he see her

Can’t he see beyond the curve
of her face, her shape to look
And seed the who she is inside

Breathing in the air
Steeped in her perfume
A mix of acrid smoke
Spices and a crisp cool air
She intoxicates me

Dare I reach across the table
Slide my hand under her fingers
Sensory fires rushing along the pathways.
Paralyzed by confusion
I can not speak the language
Between she and me

Invisible Don
2/1/2010


In other news…

I feel so behind the popular things by a week or so by a week or so I mean years. I am tragically un hip

That’s all for now other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,