Better not let me find out that my passengers were tricked instead of treated……
Month: October 2022
my parents adopted him just so they could harvest his heart for me.
Whenever I remember Dede, I would sit alone in my room, stifling my sobs with my pillow. I would think of him until my heart ached, knowing that he is gone. Dede came to live with us seven years ago. He was a little boy around my age—eight years old—who had eyes so wide they […]my parents adopted him just so they could harvest his heart for me.
Loved this bit of fiction so much that I had to share it. Hope it is enjoyed by someone else as much as I.
Traveling through visions
Of a life led astray
Places better left
A few should have stayed
Choices made in haste
Decisions well planned
Times of success
Others in quicksand
A youth well wasted
Maturity in doubt
Adulthood won’t wait
Time to figure it out
Reflection in the mirror
Culmination of days
The visions of astray
Surpassed by today
A glimpse into outerspace
Beyond the pressures
Of the fathomless deep
A different world
Surrounding this world
With it’s own secrets to keep
The Wordless Image
The Triangle Buffoon (Revisited)
In 7th grade I was in the band…..keep in mind I said “the” band not “a” band.
There’s a difference you know.
Being in a “band” means you and a few buddies have aspirations of being the next Rolling Stones or Aerosmith. It means you get together and try to learn and play instruments together for the purpose of playing shows and being loud and obnoxious.
Being in “the” band means it was a class. In my case it was an elective. It was either that or art. I tried that one already. Apparently having the ability to write your own name in the snow while peeing is not very impressive to the art teacher. Also, our first lesson was learning how to draw a bowl of fruit. I drew stick figure ninjas. It was requested that I channel my energies through music.
I was told I was going to play the trombone. I giggled and said, ” you want me to play tom’s bone?”
One more teacher unimpressed with me.
I was the worst trombone player in the history of all 7th grade. You knew how good you were based on the “Chair System”. There were 4 other trombone players that year. I was chair #5. To my credit I did get a lot of attention in that class. The trombone makes great loud fart noises. Not too great when I chose to utilize them during an after school performance. I was told to just “pretend” like I was playing. I didn’t.
Shortly after the performance. The instructor had a talk with me. He felt my strong point in the band was not playing a brass instrument and that I should be delegated to something more my style. I thought DRUMS HERE I COME!
He handed me the dreaded triangle. I tried to argue and state my case.
“This is not an instrument, it’s a shape!”
He just smiled widely and said, ” It’s too late to change classes. You play this….when you are supposed to…and I will pass you. If not you will fail.”
There are like….no songs for the triangle. No solos. Nada. Not even a chair system for grading. Just me, no chair. I had to stand.
It was school policy that I had to be in performances. It was there that I took my revenge.
I was at the back of the stage for the next performance. I had one “ding” to perform for the hour long show. So pretty much I was ready.
From the beginning of the performance, up until my “ding” , and until the show was over I did what I thought was right. For each number played, for the duration of the number, I did “the robot dance”.
I was out of view of the audience, by design, but in perfect view of my instructor. If he didn’t have the job of guiding his musical flock with his baton, he would have used it on me. But I hit my one note on cue. Smiled. And continued to robot dance.
I was not allowed to be in any more performances. But I passed.
Now any time I hear the bell of an elevator or a microwave or a low fuel ding in the truck, I have the urge to robot dance.
My wife and kids are not impressed with it either.
Dug up from the archives of good2begone
Journey into the fathom
For all sights unseen
Just past the never
Right before the careen
Every fantasy unfolds
All aburd some obscene
A taste of forever
An indescribable cuisine
The Red Dawn
Breaking the horizon
To bring technicolor
Upon the dark side
Of the blue marble
Standing at the edge
Of the end of today
Watching the horizon of tomorrow
Drift closer, yet still far away
The gravity of yesterday
All things said and done
Pulling the weight of now
While pushing away the need to run
The Change Purse
Watching as the wishing well
Gets filled with hopes and dreams
A penny for the mundane
A quarter for the extreme
Step up to the fountain
Payment in hand
Close your eyes and concentrate
As hard as you can
Focus on your desire
Set your sights high
Drop it into the crystal waters
Where all the other wishes lie
Smile and walk away
Your craving has been set free
Along with all the longings of others
In the bank of believe