That Was Random

There are actual people half woman half man running mornings and dream people in movies half language half light. Tomorrow is John’s funeral. * * * This is my minute my moment Oops, gone! Anything can happen if you don’t resist Resist! * * * But who am I? You think bullets won’t kill? I’m the guy they put before a wall and shoot then eat lunch. * * * Long as yr livin yr havin that dream in which yr killin the villains w/o even needin a weapon. * * * If it was fun, they wouldn't call it work, but it is fun. It's what we do, a bird sings, dogs bark. We work. Sing bark work. Honey, put on your shorts, it's gonna be 90 today. * * * How right is the rabbi! "What a good and bright world this is if we do not lose our hearts to it, But what a dark world if we do!" * * * We saw a barred owl camouflaged in winter branches. Bird of death (in myth), hunts down the dark, floats to a farther tree, turns its back, and naps. * * * The sadness of summer, the silence of winter you can’t sum it up in one more metaphor. So don’t complain about the epoch you live in. Go to Big Hidden Lake and jump in! * * * Down to negative calories, in deep snow we find soft wintering rose hips, gobble them down. First time for me a wild edible made a difference, not just a delicacy. Then we snowshoe out. * * * Spring morning flycatchers, jays, thrushes, a woodpecker’s loony cry. A toilet flushes. * * * Zach awoke from a scary dream I kissed him back to bed He asked are all the doors locked? I said yes knowing they would not hold * * * The republic may expire but birds go on traveling, singing in their best attire. * * * My plump cashier has a new love. Her skin is clear and her line moves. * * * Desafinado means slightly out of tune which is not a problem. It’s a fortunate condition. Zach just called from school sounding clear and happy to say there’s floor hockey this afternoon. For me, another cold, slow Spring. How lucky! * * * At basketball I was reminded the better players in their private moments think on the ultimate reward. Perfect rest. * * * You come in our backyard, we go in yours. That about sums it up. Assuming there are definable, accepted backyards. Suppose it’s all one backyard and time is all one sheet of ice? * * * My son Zach said as a toddler he liked the old house and he’s having a good time now at the new house. We were lying together in the window seat passing the early morning time, late September and happy as I was I thought what’s running out is time. * * * The young women’s bodies were awesome. I appreciated the couple of Muslim women who kept their bodies covered. That was easier on an old man’s eyes. Not that I wanted to change the American girls’ ways. They seemed comfortable wearing underwear outdoors and unaware, more or less, of the longing it provoked. * * * To invade a clean house searching for weapons or insurgents, I agree with the enemy, that is a sacrilege. Not that I accept their god, and there could be, hiding, a mouse. * * * I tell my sons If some man tries to pull you into his car, fight kick bite yell run punch curse scratch knife make him kill you right there in the street use your feet your fear your hate. * * * If everything seems under control, you’re not going fast enough. —Mario Andretti * * * The river in its muddy symmetry high water mark in Spring is a god to me in a way that I can be to a dog while thinking or the sky is to the hanging apple. * * * A day, a new day, starts at 5:00. Earlier than that it’s still yesterday, the rags and dreams, the sweat and worry, the sex and laughter of that day. The alcohol and aspirin, the sunset and machinery, the dinner and toothache of that day. The germs and friends, the sports and editorial, the gleam and dullness of that day. * * * The key to success is cross out, delete, compress, rub out, expunge, black out scratch out blot out, censor, crop, shorten and silence. Clip, cut, erase and eradicate. Hate everything you write. * * * I will be saved and spanked too. * * * Phil is on a movie diet. Bad movies in which the logic switch is turned off. Jumps from scene to scene like a cat. Most *********** is hilariously obscene. Genitals like little animals. Snowplows hit potholes sending up sparks. * * * Make way for a future that’s irresistible! Dust. Rest. Mist. Rust. One day follows another until the last day. And on that day, there will be weather. * * * Driving in traffic 80 mph, 80 y/o. Turkey vultures shrug shoulders. * * * When an archangel flies into your windshield sing cuckoo!