Monday, February 12, 2007

belly talk

Yours in the accent of a Swedish (not French) chef and
mine in the monotone drone of a wall-street reporter.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Dancing at the Righteous Room

Somewhere it is written, people are supposed to be sad when something breaks. If you accept this without question, you're missing out. There is some utility and joy to be found, even in broken things, if one is only open to it. Loss is a poor excuse for sadness, and an even poorer excuse for lack of creativity and imagination.

This is how, despite our great loss, we found ourselves dancing to the Smiths in an almost-empty bar in the middle of the day. How appropriate, how phoenix-like, how poetic - our voices rising in unison to the chorus, "why do I give valuable time to people who don't care if I live or die."

Together we can stamp out world hunger, trigger events that will eventually lead to world peace, tip the scales of unhappiness in the universe and replace thousands of haters with lovers. Together we can do all this. You and I. Cannot be replaced, dear. Not with sadness.

Thursday, February 8, 2007

every time I close my heart I make a purchase

in my faith there is
a crack large enough to fit
any peddlers boot.

Friday, February 2, 2007

I went to the circus
and was ashamed.

There was this one act -
a couple who dangled from silks;

I couldn't watch their

Suspended, they kept each other
from what I could not.

Thursday, February 1, 2007

Apology for Want

I can't accept I
had nothing to do with it,
therefore, I apologize
for having been loved.