There’s something heavenly happening.
It’s oozing from the streets and streaming down from the trees.
It’s replacing all the world’s usual smells and tastes with ones much more powerful.
It’s pumping up the volume and overexposing photographs and making real what once was unreal.
It’s defeating the purpose and recontriving reality, and all in the blink of an eye.
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Saturday:
And a Sunday sermon came out of the speakers in the elevator.
And I looked around at the people I was riding with, and they looked back at me, disinterested.
And I tried not to listen to what the holy man was saying,
But don’t you know it?, I couldn’t help myself.
And he said, “Take the lord into your hands…”
And I thought, “And then what do I do with his lordship?”
And he said, “Take the lord into your mouth…”
And I thought, “Woah, that might be going a little far.”
And he said, “Take the lord into your mind…”
And I thought, “Lordy lordy.”
I have no beef today so more pleasantries.
Isn’t it interesting how some happening can completely change a particular location forever… even for people who have no actual knowledge about the happening itself? Of course, the change is not as profound for those people, but some places just feel as if they have stories to tell. I don’t want to know those stories, but I want to know what they feel like.
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Friday:
dripping down against the wall,
I reach up for something, a light switch,
anything to protect me from this fall.
I angle my fears towards the ground beneath,
coming up fast, I am together with it now.
And I stop a moment to give life a thought and then it sweeps me away.
And together we shout, me, myself, and I,
and we shout about never never land and a girl we once knew.
And somewhere far away, she pauses her paradise for a moment of contemplation.
And we know, me, myself, and I,
that she’s thinking about us. Together at last.
beautiful and witty,
a gaze as true as triumph.
infectiously funny,
and thoughtful and bold.
A mythical creature, some might suppose,
her true nature, a mystery indeed.
She looks at me in wonder,
or so she leads me to believe.
And I stare back in awe,
powerless to defend.
She’s got me thinking reel by reel,
of a world like no other,
a world of night before day,
and dawn before dusk.
A world of hope spoken out loud,
and a tremor of ancient desires.
She’s watching me now.
I’m sure of it.
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Saturday:
A fuzzy caterpillar is crawling up and down my spine. I’m not sure where he’s going, but it sure feels fine! I want to watch him wiggle, but I just can’t seem to twist around far enough to do it!
It’s pretty cold today. It’s definitely the coldest it’s been since I’ve been in Boston. I need some more warm clothing!
And, on top of that, the book I’m reading took another twist last night, and it’s got me a little concerned. It’s weird how much it can affect my mood from day to day. I like having my life in someone else’s hands to some extent. It’s liberating somehow!
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Thursday:
I sat on the subway with a seat open beside me for about 6 or 7 minutes through 2 stops, and no one sat next to me. No one at all. I suppose I never really sit next to anyone very often either. But, for some reason, today I noticed this.
Sitting in an uncomfortable, watching traffic go by out the window, I’d light a cigarette, but I don’t smoke. Ha.
Alone without a vice.
I look over my shoulder at the old, used typewriter I picked up at the pawn shop for a few five dollar bills. That machine will be the vessel that takes me around the world, and off to the stars. I know that deep down, but somehow I can’t seem to bring myself to use it. I can hardly even walk up to it. It sits on its royal position on my wooden desk and watches me as I pace across the 10 foot expanse of this hotel room. It watches me as I pause every time I pass the window. It knows I am trying to avoid eye contact with it more than anything.
It knows.
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Wednesday:
Bubba tubba tumbling.
Feeble fellow fumbling.
Grabbing in the air for the last falling straw,
and landing down hard empty-handed.
Dang.