"Pinwheel"
Hello, how are you and may I come in?
As right as the rain on a roof of tin
Certainly we shall see Matthew again
His pale faced flushed by the dawn
In a pinwheel
Heaven is vacant, the courtyard is bare
Violets encircle us everywhere
Churchyard mice congregate in the square
Perched up on their hind legs
In a pinwheel
The river runs high and the bridges uncoil
Earthworms quiver in the springtime soil
Kingdoms of ants proceed in new shapes
Destined to flummox and reciprocate
The pinwheel
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
song title / lyrics
"Something Inside Me Knows"
Tears stain the ground
But I don't hear a sound
And what I believe
Is more than a memory
Of a green-eyed girl
Who made this world
Into what we couldn't name
The sun's sinking low
But don't be afraid to show
Your sleepy face
Contoured to contemplate
All the hills and larks
That tame the dark
And the spaces that remain
The blue mountain sea
Whispers a destiny and
Something inside me knows
The smallest seed still grows
Into trembling trees
That guide the breeze
And hum along
To the words we sung
When everything we felt was wrong
Tears stain the ground
But I don't hear a sound
And what I believe
Is more than a memory
Of a green-eyed girl
Who made this world
Into what we couldn't name
The sun's sinking low
But don't be afraid to show
Your sleepy face
Contoured to contemplate
All the hills and larks
That tame the dark
And the spaces that remain
The blue mountain sea
Whispers a destiny and
Something inside me knows
The smallest seed still grows
Into trembling trees
That guide the breeze
And hum along
To the words we sung
When everything we felt was wrong
song title / lyrics
"Rosie Among the Fields"
On a warm September morning
I was sipping grenadine
And I was punching holes in stockings
When she crossed herself and squealed
It was when the clocks reverted to a
Past when colors ceased to climb
Into cupboards and Aunt Sara's trunk
Where our superstitions are sealed
And it was when I was exploring
Over hills of spinning wheels
On a warm September morning
I found Rosie among the fields
I was climbing over driftwood
I was dodging orange peels and I was
Obeying flashing signs that read,
"Simply follow the trail of leeks"
And there is no past or future
And the rivers disappear
When I finally felt abandoned
I heard Rosie's voice in my ear
On a warm September morning
I was sipping grenadine
And I was punching holes in stockings
When she crossed herself and squealed
It was when the clocks reverted to a
Past when colors ceased to climb
Into cupboards and Aunt Sara's trunk
Where our superstitions are sealed
And it was when I was exploring
Over hills of spinning wheels
On a warm September morning
I found Rosie among the fields
I was climbing over driftwood
I was dodging orange peels and I was
Obeying flashing signs that read,
"Simply follow the trail of leeks"
And there is no past or future
And the rivers disappear
When I finally felt abandoned
I heard Rosie's voice in my ear
song title / lyrics
"They Are Illusions"
Can’t run for cover ‘cause the lights are on
Can’t change yourself, you’ve chosen gravity
Can’t sing a new song – your lungs are underwhelmed
But join the new plane where millions are talking
There must be someone sworn to happy days
There must be cables hung to guide the way
There must be temporary frozen states:
They are illusions in the kindest way
Inside your mind there is a pedestal
Behind your eyes reside a thousand cathedrals
Inside your mind there is a pedestal
Behind your eyes reside a thousand cathedrals
There must be someone sworn to happy days
There must be cables hung to guide the way
There must be temporary frozen states:
They are illusions in the kindest way
Can’t run for cover ‘cause the lights are on
Can’t change yourself, you’ve chosen gravity
Can’t sing a new song – your lungs are underwhelmed
But join the new plane where millions are talking
There must be someone sworn to happy days
There must be cables hung to guide the way
There must be temporary frozen states:
They are illusions in the kindest way
Inside your mind there is a pedestal
Behind your eyes reside a thousand cathedrals
Inside your mind there is a pedestal
Behind your eyes reside a thousand cathedrals
There must be someone sworn to happy days
There must be cables hung to guide the way
There must be temporary frozen states:
They are illusions in the kindest way
song title / lyrics
"Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers"
Sky scraping a sky of begonias
Erase the past as the knobs bleed
Irradiated weather
And lightning gales in warp speed
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
It’s fun to tumble and crumble the flowers
That caustic hiss from breathing
Excavate your brain, Matilda!
Wooly mammoth jumps the assembly line
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
- by the IOD
Sky scraping a sky of begonias
Erase the past as the knobs bleed
Irradiated weather
And lightning gales in warp speed
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
It’s fun to tumble and crumble the flowers
That caustic hiss from breathing
Excavate your brain, Matilda!
Wooly mammoth jumps the assembly line
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
Looking Up in Awe at Bedlam Towers
- by the IOD
Monday, August 30, 2004
it's hard to say goodbye.
this morning my wife and my son sang happy birthday to me in bed, which was very nice. my son knows the song, but didn't really sing. he knew to raise his arms and say "yay!" at the end when the song was over, and that was just as cute as if he were able to sing it all the way through. he's picking up on these kinds of things more and more. when he sees a candle, or soemthing that looks like a candle, he says: "happy.. to you!" he leaves out 'birthday', for some reason. it's cute, either way.
he and i sat and watched sesame street for a little while before i got in the shower, etc. the spanish word of the day was casa. when i repeated it a few times along with the TV, but it didn't seem like he was into it (even though he likes spanish and can count and name things in spanish). but then my wife came in and said hello to us and he turned to her and said: "casa, casa". it's hard to explain but if you were there you would have smiled.
when i came out later, dressed for work but carrying my sock and shoes, he came over to me and started tugging on my pant leg and he said "up, up, up". i picked him up and brought him over to the couch, where managed to hold him and talk to him while putting on my socks and shoes. he let em put him down for a minute, but when he saw me gathering my things together he started to get a little upset and he hugged my legs at the knees and wanted to be picked up again.i did, and i held him tight for a minute while i explained to him that i had to go to work, but i would see him later. i handed him off to my wife, but he was upset. we walked to the door so he could give me a goodbye kiss and wave goodbye. when i leaned in to kiss him he tried to hold into my shirt and climb on me. he was starting to cry, but my wife held him, comforted him, and told him he would see me this afternoon. it was very sweet and it was hard to resist just taking him in my arms one more time; but, just like every morning, i turned and waved as i walked down the path to my car.
he and i sat and watched sesame street for a little while before i got in the shower, etc. the spanish word of the day was casa. when i repeated it a few times along with the TV, but it didn't seem like he was into it (even though he likes spanish and can count and name things in spanish). but then my wife came in and said hello to us and he turned to her and said: "casa, casa". it's hard to explain but if you were there you would have smiled.
when i came out later, dressed for work but carrying my sock and shoes, he came over to me and started tugging on my pant leg and he said "up, up, up". i picked him up and brought him over to the couch, where managed to hold him and talk to him while putting on my socks and shoes. he let em put him down for a minute, but when he saw me gathering my things together he started to get a little upset and he hugged my legs at the knees and wanted to be picked up again.i did, and i held him tight for a minute while i explained to him that i had to go to work, but i would see him later. i handed him off to my wife, but he was upset. we walked to the door so he could give me a goodbye kiss and wave goodbye. when i leaned in to kiss him he tried to hold into my shirt and climb on me. he was starting to cry, but my wife held him, comforted him, and told him he would see me this afternoon. it was very sweet and it was hard to resist just taking him in my arms one more time; but, just like every morning, i turned and waved as i walked down the path to my car.
Sunday, August 22, 2004
poem
i am sitting on the side stage,
the music is quite loud
and i'm not quite sure i can hear myself think,
but at the same time it's white noise,
a constant noise.
so i have an excuse not to have to engage
in meaningless, inconsequential "hi's"
with people i do not know.
i don't mind sitting alone so much
i just wish i had something to lean on.
i hate standing up for long periods of time.
when my legs get tired i put all of my weight on one leg
to rest the other.
the other knee will bend, and my hip will jut out-
a rather awkward looking pose...
every one else is dancing
or standing around and talking
i just sit there with my hat pulled down over my forehead
just enough so i can look around
without making people self conscious
if i absentmindedly stare.
every once in a while i stand up and walk around
and try to find someone i know.
my girl-friends try to make me dance
but i can't, i feel like an idiot.
i'll run into my guy-friends but they are busy mingling.
chances are i will wander around until the dance is over
or until someone "needs to talk".
somehow that is a responsibility always reserved for me-
but i don't always mind so much.
it's only when i slow dance comes on that i start to feel lonely.
the music is quite loud
and i'm not quite sure i can hear myself think,
but at the same time it's white noise,
a constant noise.
so i have an excuse not to have to engage
in meaningless, inconsequential "hi's"
with people i do not know.
i don't mind sitting alone so much
i just wish i had something to lean on.
i hate standing up for long periods of time.
when my legs get tired i put all of my weight on one leg
to rest the other.
the other knee will bend, and my hip will jut out-
a rather awkward looking pose...
every one else is dancing
or standing around and talking
i just sit there with my hat pulled down over my forehead
just enough so i can look around
without making people self conscious
if i absentmindedly stare.
every once in a while i stand up and walk around
and try to find someone i know.
my girl-friends try to make me dance
but i can't, i feel like an idiot.
i'll run into my guy-friends but they are busy mingling.
chances are i will wander around until the dance is over
or until someone "needs to talk".
somehow that is a responsibility always reserved for me-
but i don't always mind so much.
it's only when i slow dance comes on that i start to feel lonely.
Thursday, August 19, 2004
two good guys
mike b. and i hung out last night. a weird trucker dude told mike that "nj is the worst state in the whole damn union" and that PA is the sh*t. later when he said that he "doesn't like the japanese" because of WWII, i said "well, you know, they do their thing, we do ours, everyone's happy nowadays" he said "you two are good guys" and he bought mike a bud and then left.
we had started out at billy's, they carded me and i forgot my wallet, and they wouldn't serve me! so i said f*ck it and we went to poor herbie's in madison (after i doubled back home to get the wallet), and then to the diner. they didn't card me at poor herbie's, of course.
i should have talked to madeline or billy, but i was too pissed of and i needed my wallet anyway.
we had started out at billy's, they carded me and i forgot my wallet, and they wouldn't serve me! so i said f*ck it and we went to poor herbie's in madison (after i doubled back home to get the wallet), and then to the diner. they didn't card me at poor herbie's, of course.
i should have talked to madeline or billy, but i was too pissed of and i needed my wallet anyway.
Monday, August 16, 2004
nightmare menu
you go to sleep and you wake up in a dream world, where a freakish, decaying waiter, greets you with a lip-less smile and dripping, gored-out eyes. worms drop from his mouth as he hands you the nightmare menu. from it, you must chose tonight's selection: equally unpalatable appetizers of entrails begin the meal, followed by an inedible salad of skin, and an assortment of still-breathing still-feeling flayed-alive creatures which struggle to escape your plate, capped off by your choice of frozen screams. the bus boy holds you down while the chef comes out to settle your bill for a pound of flesh and the tip of your tongue- but just as he moves in, the bright shine of his carving knife blinds your eyes, and the nightmare menu closes, and you wake up- your sheets folded at the foot of your bed in the shape of a tiger lilly and some mints on your pillow.... nightmare mints.
beers and baloon animals
i went to a baby birthday party yesterday for one of e.w.'s 2 yr old friends. there was sam adams in bottles and a baloon guy. and food. and their house rocks. it's big and nice with lots of rooms. the back yard and deck were quite nice. puts a house like ours to shame- just a different ballpark alltogether. i still like our block better, the neighborhood looked a little impersonal, sterile or whatever. but anyway, picture me with a beer in one hand and a baloon-animal in the other, playing with e.w. heaven.
Monday, August 02, 2004
hot hot hot
i went swimming in the pool on sunday and it felt grrrrrreat. saturday i mowed the lawn and got very dirty and got a sore back trying to dig a foundation and build a rock wall in my yard. sam adams summer brew. lox & bagel and fresh tomato, and herring from Zabar's in NYC. amazing corned beef sloppy joe an stunning home-made horseradish mustard from "poor herbie's" in madison. and the hot hot waitress at "poor herbies".
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