I prophecies di uno sciocco

[plural]

my mother once said
never to tempt fate



i should have listened

this was a day
which I was supposed
to travel to the east coast
to spend a few days
with friends and family
long unseen
but my recent illness
prevented such a trip

this was a day
that i should have
remained in bed

of course
it was not to be

having been a little
lavish in my recent spending habits
required a trip to replenish my finances

I crawled from my cave



called ahead
and a draft
was prepared

and so i went
upon my arrival i realized
i had forgotten my wallet
and with it my identification
which i need to present
to pick up the check

the cashier closed
promptly at four
and it was now
a quarter to

armed with only
my microsoft id
i crossed my fingers
and went inside

luckily
the woman
at the counter
found it acceptable
and released
the draft to me

i went to the bank
and deposited it
feeling much relieved

on my way home
i stopped by the grocery store
to replenish supplies

i purchased

cranberry juice
cran-peach juice
cran-grape juice
cran-raspberry juice
orange juice
egg nog
milk
my beloved Green Nyquil
ColdCare tissues (the ones with aloe and moisturizer for my chapped nose)
2 cans of chicken soup
2 cans of tomato soup
satsumas

a yarhzeit (memorial) candle
for today is the birthday of



my love

i spent an ungodly amount of time
perusing the wine selection
in a daze
out of habit
then realizing
I was not going to buy any
went to check out

I will refer you
to my previous discovery
that I had left my wallet
at home
and you can anticipate
my next problem

completing her duty
the checker rang up my goods
and then it was my turn
and I discovered
for the second time
in an hour
that I
had forgotten
my wallet at home

she was kind
and offered to bag
my goods while
I, the fool, ran home
to get some form of payment
which I did

so now
I sit at home
alone



in the singular light
of the yarhzeit candle


pondering the
sound of
mine own soul



weeping

Comments

Re: fruitfully.

[puissance.livejournal.com]

a hole
the size of
a square quarter
in her heart.

blowing on it,
with cool breath,

coke-bottle-pipe-symphony breaths,

it heals.

he has returned,
the ocean
releases him
for her.

with the leviathan's last breath

[plural.livejournal.com]

the combination
to davy's locker
never was a secret

but only
denial and fear
held that lock fast

his heart now
released from
the watery prison

bubbles to the surface
borne ashore by
waves of release

three knuckles
along
the curve of her hip

as if
to simply
say
here
I am

Re: and hers.

[puissance.livejournal.com]

no words
are needed.

the lost
song of his
hands.

the lost song of his heart

[plural.livejournal.com]

plays softly
on the bones of
her hips

strumming
along with his
fingers

walking the
world with
desire

lost in
the depth
of her maha
cow eyes

language
of primacy
of time before
words
spoken
one soul
to
another

Re: staring up with jackie o' shades - we're incognito

[puissance.livejournal.com]

and every
key she feels,
the sharp
jewels of the hip
joints
pressingpressingpressing.

her eyes
will steal you,
take you with her,
if you look to long.

the sun
takes your sight.

looking
takes your soul?

an invisible man

[plural.livejournal.com]

holds your hands
gently
between his
teeth

fingers
dance
the forgotten
melody

what is
given freely
can not
be stolen

with all
the sanity
of a july
blizzard

a racoon
with sugarcubes