Friday, August 22, 2008

and mine said...

":-) you have a deep appreciation of arts and music :-)"

something possessed
me to grab it off the
kitchen counter
cracking it open
with one hand
my audition song in
the other
about to walk
out the door...
i slipped the little strip
out of hiding
(i hate the sound
it makes when it
slides out) and
i read it.

Daily: 9 5 6
Lotto Six: 3 8 33 22 42 25
and thats about
as far as i get
with these
things because
i see those numbers
and think "my god
they offer lotto
numbers in
bright red ink
...why should I
even bother looking at
the other side."
but i felt some
strange
cosmic convection
in my index
and forefinger
flip the curved
shard of
white over
to reveal a few
words that
may have helped
me through
a day worth
remembering.
but when it came
to it, seeing the old
faces in the familiar
places (as they say)
was enough to
fill my glass halfway
last night

exchanges of fear
of positions and
resolutions and
conclusion when
it's hardly begun...
dont lose it
not now
not this close
maybe i ask for too much
or maybe not enough
but just
keep going
for me...

"Nothing about us was perfect or clear
But when paradise calls me
I'd rather be here
There's something between us
That nobody else needs to see"
-JRB (SFANW)

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

moments

our moment
so preserved in
mementos of
"days gone by"
so perfect
so beautiful
so utterly detached
from an outside world
where all that matters
are the embraces together
and the magic swelling
in the orchestra.

we sit and listen
but not even our
cues matter, not
even the audience
or their critiques
not even the building
or the board or the
text or the lyrics
or the work put in.
all that matters
in those moments
and the glassy
stares into each others'
eyes
and the
tight holds
wrapping ourselves
in the other persons'
arms and not letting go.
moments needed so.

"it only takes a moment
for your eyes to
meet and then
your heart knows
in a moment
that you'll never
be alone
again" j.h. (c.h)