Muddy Shoes

I was walking through some muddy woods on a foggy evening when I slid on an embankment and landed knee deep in cold murky water.

An unexpected voice cried out: "Get outta my swamp!"

"Whaa?"

"Get out of my swamp before you ruin it, you damn idiot."

I heard the clicking of what sounded like a shotgun being readied. I moved out of the water and ran wildly through the woods, and didn't look back.

Get out of my swamp before you ruin it.Who could be so possessive about still, murky water? How does one ruin a swamp? I may have come across some fiendish inbred hillbilly with a bent for violence. But there were no hills where I lived. More likely it was some old hippy gone bad. The whole episode was very strange to me and I wouldn't want to relive it.

Blood Oranges

Blood oranges sustain me this time of year. As their name implies, they are a bloody red in colour. It's fun to squish them around in your teeth and see in a mirror the reflection of what resembles a vampire. Other foods can be awesome too, like mangoes and pineapple juice. I ate fresh pineapple years ago in Hawaii. I wouldn't say it was a tongue orgasm, just pleasurably close to one.

Old to Young

Bafflement and beauty. Muddled and clear. State of mind in old ideas. Brains and brawn, the body weakens in time. Call out decades, whisper the years. See if they remember when; when you were young and strong; when your mind was able...beauty in blue eyes beholden to time. Lips grow mute. The eyes, too, as darkening circles closing down the mind.

The Earth Is Falling

Earth is fragile and precarious like a ball on an old Christmas tree. Should it fall from an orbit it will land hard and break into spaceships of flying glass. No one will survive, only the gods remain to sweep aside the mess.

Seconds

Pressed for time.
Waiting for an eternity.
Free falling in an abyss.
An IPOD stops one second too late.

Memory Lane

I was wading through a stream-of-consciousness when I came face-to-face with an old memory. I eyeballed him for a second before I shook his hand and said thanks for being in the past. But, old friend, these are the times you let me down...

Weather and Life

All calculations are made cold in winter. Just as in summer all emotions burn hot. It is during spring and autumn, those in between seasons, when there is less extremeness to life, when wild emotions are tamped down and cold calculations melt away.