hit & amiss

 

eyes like that

you nearly did it, boy

42 minute tour

this scar, here, your elbow

the little one on your knee-

but you jumped the gun, alright

trying too hard in the

soft rain you aimed for lips

busy smiling silent questions, saying

‘what are you made of?’

and ‘I can sing

but can you play?’

and last but not least,

‘how far, how long,

how high?’

and ‘oh, I see’.

and so,

I turned my head.

Even on a day without the sun

 

 

 

 

Under a heavy liquid smoke sky, uplit in neon peach from some gentler corner of the horizon, melancholy clouds the color of the asphalt stretched taut below roll and loll, doing their moody best to shrink and shrug off a molten rose gilding, which, unaffected and unconcerned, burns all the more brilliant as it drips back to the sinking sun, singing a brilliant, soaring swan song from the edge of the world before it gives over it’s day to the darkness and slips below the boundary of sight.

Everything is beautiful.

Hallefrickinlujah

I can log in again! I’ve been unable to log into my WordPress account for at least a month now. I don’t know the true reason, and thus blame my computer, but I think it has something to do with cookies. The computer kind, not the ones Andrew made me on his lunch break the other day. Mmmmm, cookies.

Focus, Anna. Sorry, I’m just so excited. Since the Great Conflict started, I’ve been unable to log into Hulu, WordPress, and occasionally Gmail. Boo on all three accounts. Facebook still worked, for some reason, (probably because it’s the Devil). Speaking of which, I’m pretty sure I’ve defected from Facebook, and honestly? feels GOOD. It’s not that I hate being able to spy on exes and maintaining superficial relationships with acquaintances (and vice versa)…oh, wait, yes it is! Ok ok, so that’s FB at one end of the potential spectrum…but let’s agree that, like much of today’s popular technology, it has the potential to improve your life…or just suck up massive amounts of your time.

So, phase or new leaf? we’ll see. What are your thoughts on Facebook’s pros/cons? I’m a fence-sitter on this one, for sure. Or, if you Twitter, etc. do share what you think.

baby wants

to blog. real bad. so many things to say.

baby needs to quit her job. or quit sleeping.

 

lets be honest, baby needs to pay for legit internet access so she can stop trying to steal it from the neighbors since it doesn’ t work 85% of the time anyway and she ends up sat her computer profusely and unattractively, threatening her motherboard like a cave man to “work, damn you!!”.

 

yyyyes.

stanford level 2

 

by methylium

Newspapers & bibles
Strangers lean close
-Or not-
And study dress shoes
At the ends of their legs
Wishing
They wore sneakers instead
What do you wear the day she might die?
Regret masked or manifest
In a waiting room
Concerned over the choice of their dress.
No one's to blame, so no one has answers
So no one asks.
Each one only
Half of a whole;
And the hand that bears the proof in gold
Clasps a purse
Steadies a head
Hangs on
To the arm of a chair.
Each one is taken, half of a pair.
Alone, together
In the waiting room.

Not the praying room
Or the hoping room
But waiting.

(how should I feel?)
                       Wait.
(should I cry?)
                       Wait.
(should I prepare?)
                       Just... wait.

Newspapers & bibles
Wedding rings & sneakers
Blue & white &
beige.

                      "Darnell Kassel?"
Wait. Wait. Let me just wait.
I don't know, anymore.
                      "Darnell?"
Hand, ring first, reaches up, I'm here
I'm still here.
                      "Surgery went fine, you can take her home soon."

Repeat after me:
For better, or worse (For better, or worse)
Til death do us part (Til death do us part)
I'll wait for you (In a hospital chair)
I'll read (and reread)
The same article (and remember nothing)
But you. (I do.)