Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 6:09 pm Post subject: Think we need some joy
My grandmother gave birth to a virgin child and the evening smells like my brothers smile. I remember roller skating backwards, awkward under red spinning dots on a wooden floor and i remember inspecting dead things with sticks...smearing lightning bugs..i remember climbing a tree in the sun and smelling of dirt and sweat, happy..Running as fast as you could across the street even when there was nobody coming. Sitting in front of the grocery cart, legs dangling-rainbows of cans and candy and dried fruit. Snow days, fast loopy sledding and hot chocolate. An unopened candy bar was like holding a hundred dollars in my hand..when five dollars meant i was rich. Giving my brother a black eye and blaming it on the coffee table and clumsy legs. Breathing in farm grass air with a christmas light soaked sigh, almost cry. Licking the beaters. The ice cream man and 4th of July blankets..collective star staring...The word flutter. Sparkly sidewalks. Straws, tape, kisses when its way too late. An ethnically confusing appearance..top secret clearance. Kids and animals...kittens climbing up stairs...being the first one to care. Unusual hair. Soup. Naked bodies and candlelight. Clothed bodies and candlelight. Candlelight and sunset...dry places when its wet. Secrets kept. Laughter, even when its nervous...especially when its nervous. Girls screaming..boys softly moving...confession..quests for truth and noble persuits. Coffee house revolutions..eye contact and decision replacing confusion, personal constitutions, reflecions, ressurrections. Punching the hell out of something inatimate. Warm soft hats. 100 percent cotton anything. Color bringing forth emotion. Sex dreaming. YOUR HAIR IS FINE LIKE THAT!! Steak and the realizations of eating capillaries. Maps. Laps to rest heads, and the patience of growing dreads..and the strenght to shave it all off. A gay biker. A lone hiker. Supernatural lips (hell yeah, angelina fans) melting skin upon skin upon forgetfullness upon dreams. My brother swinging a bat again. Angers release,,the calming of the beast. Violins and drums together. Rain. Walking through the pain. The way you can slurp jello and it all somehow goes in like a line of spaghetti even when there is a whole block of it..White T shirts...the once in a while skirt. The piece of bread in the middle of the loaf. Laughing while scraping the black off toast. Not hurting the one you love the most. Days off and your bills are paid and your stomach is content.
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