The open palm of desire
It wants everything
It wants soil as soft as summer
And the strength to push like spring
~ Paul Simon - Further To Fly
A few nites ago, a wicked rainstorm, which usually puts me to sleep or better - makes me feel lusty, instead put me in a most melancholy mood. Also - the lightning was wild and plentiful, flashing on and off like a constant power surge, as if someone were flicking the light switch in my room, keeping me half-awake for hours. i rose reluctant and weary, bleary-eyed, trying to recall twisted dreams.
It has been raining on and off now for 3 days and no sign of it l
"Shall I tell you something?" asked Pinocchio, who was
beginning to lose patience. "Of all the trades in the world,
there is only one that really suits me."
"And what can that be?"
"That of eating, drinking, sleeping, playing,
and wandering around from morning till night."
"Let me tell you, for your own good, Pinocchio," said the
Talking Cricket in his calm voice, "that those who follow that
trade always end up in the hospital or in prison."
~ The Adventures of Pinocchio - Carlo Collodi
"How mutable are our feeli
As the sparrow in her wandering,
As the swallow in her flying,
So the curse that is causeless
~ Proverbs 26:2
Olivia called me while driving and said, "i'm at a red light, thinking of you."
And in my little self-absorbed funk i quipped, "Why," and snickered, "because my signs say STOP?"
"No, because it's RED," she laughed.
A few dream cycles ago, the reddest of thoughts wended their way through the white matter that is my brain in a state of sleep, and i awoke, emitting pink smoke and in a haze from the most fantastic visions. my signs lately, they stop other things, they cut them off, they shine dark red warning light