weary as water

every time i blink i have a tiny dream

“share the road” – kind of like spitting

Trouble at the office, troubled at the bank
I put my hands against the tree line
I know it’s real but it still feels fake
The last thing I remember from that world
Was a drum take clicked out on the tape too slow

Oh what a life we give
Toward obsessions and curled toes
And the death line that’s running
Through our friends as well as foes
And the tree line looks over like a bending ghost
As I go down this road of the bored and boring

No one saw it coming, everyone was shocked
So I bummed my roommate’s helmet
And keep a tight grip on my bike lock
Take the side streets, keep my eyes clocked
Oh, it only takes a second to pass

I’ve had some really nice people
Say some really smart things to me
I’ve had really good people
Bummed out here in this bed next to me

So I sing my life in circles
Through these outrages and I
Have had some really nice people
Have to tell me goodbye
So I give a wish to a nickel, close my eyes and
let it fly and try to stay positive.

Kind of Like SpittingShare the Road

morning is breaking…

While we were in new orleans, our neighbors packed up and left to go to Mexico. I knew that it *might* happen – C. told me tearfully that she hadn’t made up her mind whether to stay or go – all this while I was showing her how to chat on yahoo messenger a few nights before we left – but I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. We came back from NOLA and found a note in our mailbox, saying that she had tried to email but it hadn’t gone through.

Today I logged into yahoo messenger (something I don’t do very often) and found a bunch of messages from her – including contact information for a few relatives. I’m relieved that I’ll be able to get back in contact with her – she was one of those people I felt a connection with even though I didn’t know her very well – and I hope that she and her family are safe and happy.

dream.

I really need to update more. Since my last post I’ve started paddling (a kayak) and Em and I had a fantasmic time in New Orleans.

But now the dream…
My soul was a landscape, with a huge flowing river and beautiful mountains surround it. Off in the distance the sky was burnt red and I climbed over mountains to see what was happening. There was a huge furnace, larger than the mountains, and tens of thousands of people walking from the bottom of the furnace mountain to the top in order to drop a piece of coal the size of a fist into the fire.

Then they walked down to the bottom and started the cycle over again.