Some days you don’t want to be here which is not practical. You are here. Much as these super-egos squat our backsides on islands, we are surrounded. The black rose in the blood red bouquet, a pipe dream to smoke when alone in the dark. Oh, but how those translucent rings float up and out the window. A head heavy on the pillow staring at the frail stars dripping dying light. Waxing the word association. There is no brightness in dazzling beauty. It is cold up there where we hang our dreams with long rope. The sky is a mirage of security coveting noxious fumes and broken babbling. We cut journeys with blades dulling over time. We look back and the paths are overgrown or lost to erosion and evolution.
When your life is not the thing you own, you must own something. I own moments. Island moments in the middle of an ecru rug where my socks slide and my pencils etch pieces of thought into practicality. Not wanton dreams. Visions sedate enough to present as art. This is more reassuring than hidden roads or banal self-medication. Frame momentary illumination when setting the soul to graphite. Maybe words are sleeping. Binding your ankles with your mind. Consider ticker tape spiraling from air polluting your face. Visitors once here spilling bags of marbles and letting loose their noise on the world.
Make love in blue jello or throw meat pie. Nights of unbridled make believe. Ropes, chains and monster trucks with helium engines. He asks her for vellum instead she offers a dead candle. They had no matches but wanderlust was in the locker at the bus depot where they met for coffee that turned into hopscotch and mulled wine.
And she laughs quietly inside herself as he approaches her vehicle.
The cop asks, “Do you know where your children are?”
She responds, “Yes, but I’ll be damned if I can find their mother.”
Me and you are enjoying a glass of wine, in conversation you ask, “AnnMarie, what is your favorite all time movie moment.”
This scene captivated me from the first…to this day, no other in my heart has ever gotten this close for so many reasons
and hey, it’s almost Christmas;)