Friday, September 29, 2006

Rapid Squirrel

Once more into breech.
Cry havoc and let loose the dogs of war.
All that good stuff.
Ah, screw it.
I admit it.
I do!
I am tired in ways I can barely know.
Something deep, deep down is broken.
I want to fix it.
I just haven’t had the time.
We will see.
For now, dice and laughter.
For later, endurance.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

25 Minutes To Go by Johnny Cash

Well they're building a gallows outside my cell I've got 25 minutes to go
And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I've got 24 minutes to go
Well they gave me some beans for my last meal I've got 23 minutes to go
But nobody asked me how I feel I've got 22 minutes to go
Well I sent for the governor and the whole dern bunch with 21 minutes to go
And I sent for the mayor but he's out to lunch I've got 20 more minutes to go
Then the sheriff said boy I gonna watch you die got 19 minutes to go
So I laughed in his face and I spit in his eye got 18 minutes to go
Now hear comes the preacher for to save my soul with 13 minutes to go
And he's talking bout' burnin' but I'm so cold I've 12 more minutes to go
Now they're testin' the trap and it chills my spine 11 more minutes to go
And the trap and the rope aw they work just fine got 10 more minutes to go
Well I'm waitin' on the pardon that'll set me free with 9 more minutes to go
But this is for real so forget about me got 8 more minutes to go
With my feet on the trap and my head on the noose got 5 more minutes to go
Won't somebody come and cut me loose with 4 more minutes to go
I can see the mountains I can see the skies with 3 more minutes to go
And it's to dern pretty for a man that don't wanna die 2 more minutes to go
I can see the buzzards I can hear the crows 1 more minute to go
And now I'm swingin' and here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!

Friday, September 08, 2006

Get the New Thing

You never can save it up and that is fine. Getting ahead is not really the goal. I have done some dumb things. Dumb. Yup. Anyone who really knows me could name a bunch. As with most, I am sure. We, that are still alive, are often lucky to be so. And building on that, I think I live a little lucky still. There are such vibrant pleasures in the world, each one so amazing that it almost shadows the last, that the pains and challenges are a small price in the bargaining.
Smooth Sailing.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

All Over and All Around

I want to kiss.
Just kiss.
Long, deep.
Feeling tongue on tongue.
Holding close.
That would feel so good.
So special.
So human.