Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Don't you love those days?

I was standing outside tonight chilled to the bone by a breeze of the first genuine fall night in the south. It was dusk, the sun had settled steadily while I was walking my dog against the backdrop of  a deep violet sky. I love fall nights before winter depression moves in on the sly. It's my favorite season and Halloween my favorite holiday (holiday?) for reasons I can't quite explain. I think there's a deeper reason for my love of spooky and horror, but I haven't delved into that yet. Sounds like an issue for my therapist. Nah, she's got more things to deal with than figuring out my love for Halloween, as do I. 
After it's over though, my brain backfires after weeks of planning Halloween costumes, themes, baking. A buildup, crescendo, and quick descent. It gives way to trying to live up to Christmas expectations (always unattainable) and frigid cold that is not Hallmark Channel romantic (read: BULLSHIT). No, not for me anyway. Maybe it's because I have no interest in sipping cocoa and ice skating. For me it's short days, depression, leaves twirling off trees, cycle of life, a "sunrise, sunset" frame of mind. Compounding this pending inescapable melancholy is the sad state of affairs that I am finding everyone in. Who is "everyone?" I am always fascinated by what people mean when they say that. So for that reason, I'll specify. For me, right now, and for the purposes of telling tales of turmoil, my "everyone" includes several close friends, my parents, sister and grandparents. The inclusion of so many leads me to believe that everyone is in some sort of pain, in the midst of change, and being dealt cards of sadness by Life working in some sort of twisted (even more so than in reality from what I've been told) card table in Vegas. Or Atlantic City. Yes, most definitely, LIFE would work in Atlantic City. I've been there. It's the gilded city. Looks shiny on the outside but underneath the faux golden veneer it's sad, tacky, but worth visiting just to say you've been there. 
So know this; life is hard for everyone. Love what you love and enjoy what you can when you can. You will suffer and you will see those you love suffer. So for that reason, when Halloween is over this year, when the trees are bare, and sunlight strains to filter rays through the occasional snow cloud, I'm going to sip bourbon instead of cocoa, I will accept change in my life and the lives of others, no matter how painful. Do I have a choice? I do not. As my dad says; "I'm just happy to be here." 

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Mind on a hamster wheel, people. I really don't have Yeats-esque delusions.

 That great equalizer blindsided us
sneaking in behind us
we weren't prepared for the contents of our minds
working as vaults
letting hibernate, suppressing
thoughts of misspent youth.

Then anger
rode the coattails of sorrow 
knocked on memory's door

A celebration!!!
insisted the mind hosted party
but we knew better and cried
and shook our heads.

But still,
the party hostess bitch kept slides on loop and sipped from a Tiki mug,
a starburst clock watching
as the party started going downhill.

Watching the waiting
watching the line
nearing the maker at the counter
who is awful and exquisite 
and unjust.


Friday, October 4, 2013

Thanks, you're welcome.

I will forget about you
If it's the last thing I ever do
It's the least I can do for me
For you
Thanks for all you gave me
The memories 
And trinkets, I can't seem to find
Buried in boxes
Not too many of them
Remembering too much 
In abundance
Looking down streets, or up
Depending on which direction
You're coming from
Or going
Which was alwAys the case with you
Always going 
Leaving 
Me always on the way
Arriving too late
To see you through 
To see through you
Your promises, which never came through
Hard to swallow 
Being through 
With you 
You're welcome.