Wednesday…December 16th…The Best___________on the Planet Contest…tricks to dropping you in your tracks…and the NEW…Guess that Quote Author!!!!

“Sleepy Town” 2009

“Think simple” as my old master used to say – meaning reduce the whole of its parts into the simplest terms, getting back to first principles”  WHO SAID IT

it was the dark black gravel….shiny like coal but meant for fish…to make a world out of…if you could call a bowl a world….I guess…depending on size anything could be a world….as long as there is a greater distance to the end…..than you are tall or long…or wide….otherwise it’s just train time….waiting for some stop…just to get out of the car….stretch your arms….take in a couple of deep breaths…maybe think of the Greyhound next time…at least there you can move …don’t have to sit next to the guy that smells like food…or the diabetic woman….sucking some pasty concoction from a tube…making those orgasmic sounds…that people are laughing under their breath at….and it stops….everywhere there is a stop…there’s something too about having the window open feeling that hot summer wind on you that makes it like a run away from home…feeling…even though you may be 40…or 50…it still feels that way…that…she won’t know till she gets home…thinking…that I’m gone…and I’m gone for good this time…no more talking about those fish stick numbers…or what she did that summer she was in Maine….sort of tightens my jaw…when I say Maine….not because of the situation so much as it is about the way the letters come together to make the word…seems my mouth has to do everything it can to say the word…he says it’s because of hate and resentment…I say it’s because of the…coast line and the days of summer when we could only say those words that began with “M” and ended in “E”…..that was normally a week day…not a weekend…as we lived with Grandma Jo then…by where Frank Lloyd Wright grew up……she made sure we spoke all the words…made all of the beds…and counted down from 674 to zero…instead of prayers…I liked it better that way…I knew hell was never very close…then….it was a number…. not a devil…tempting me to think her in just… panties….and nothing else….and the numbers confused those pictures….drawing naked on the bedroom walls with the black charcoal….from the fires outside….make statements….saying things that made me stand out…like how ripples move clear through the black water…there in the back door mind I was hiding from the world….but it never made staying in that town…. in more peaceful than the dreams…of leaving that one day…we decided today was going to be the exodus….the final flight of the school boys league….and we’d never practiced a day…sort of birds either falling from the nest to the spit drenched mouths waiting below…or taking flight….just close enough to hear the snapping jaws…feel the teeth cinch together…in a missed bite….but certainty…was never part of the directions….there was nothing that said…do this and …this will happen….it was more waiting for the iron to become brilliant orange….and knowing an end result would be that plastic looking skin she had…that early fall morning…..except it was the yellow blanket…the one that had no rules to follow….just stay away from open flames….or you’ll gasp for air….like a fish out of water…poor Melly…..I thought of her when I saw your hair…and how she spooned the beans from that old brown Mexican pot with the red and blue tear drops painted on the side….and I sobbed …and swore….never  to cover my body in yellow…except perhaps with those daffodils…there on the hillside ……where you spread my ashes late……that summer…..

He kept everything in a packet….held together with a rubber band…sort of needed the extra security to know that bands don’t really break on their own…unless forced….and his policy was to never ever force it…..so just knowing these small things made the larger ones seem so much more within reach….not like he could really grab them…more like they were there…close enough…but behind a glass enclosure…so having them and getting them were very different than what the idea was really about….and it seemed those ideas had far more than they were letting out….I mean they knew what the end game was….it was how the players ….played that determined which end game was used…5 different endings for the same movie….that’s normal….what’s a recipie…other than your version of the best__________________and who really believes it’s the best except the people who have eaten it all of their lives and have nothing else….to compare it to….so the best may in fact be the worst……or the second best…or may not be at all….an illusion….from that home school brainwashing….that has you satying the Pledge of Alligence differently….can’t talk about the yin yang…and no more conversations about your brother and how he got caught having oral sex with the neighbor girl…or was it her brother…so it never changes….different characters….for a few short movie clips…and one day…he was normal…the next day he was out of control…he was a “Mood Swinger”….god I love those “Mood Swingers”…..they are like the surprise in Cracker jacks…..or the chocolate version of Malt o Meal….or maybe the vacum that makes all the noise but can’t suck up anything from the floor …..it’s that predictablly unpredictable nature of us….that make the grapes a questionable wine….not  a 300 dollar a bottle wine that should be wrapped in a dirty magazine…enjoyed while slightly above room temperture with friends that have not bathed in a few days….and are smoking butts from the university’s……ash trays….not to mention the reality of discussing the nature of the French Revolution and it’s incredible influence on the artists of the day….now the wine takes on a new a brilliant texture…a rosey boquet….with a rather burnt oak flavor…and high notes reminscent….of chocolate…and spice…close your eyes…hear the trumpets….and see the small little guys atop their steeds…..lente, lente curriete noctis equi….it’s roses for the winner…..wine and roses…..what more could there be…maybe the clearness of plastic wrap….or the sheen of a bird feather….or perhaps…just a breath under the covers…admiring her sleeping body….maybe that is enough….to say simplicity….is no longer a simple game of playing simple…..like how those animals die right in front of their prey….before the fangs…the claws touch them…they die ficticious….and lead them to believe that their prescence……..killed them…that power from afar…dropped them dead in their tracks….knowing they were getting closer….and that’s all it took….like turning on and off the porch light…..never dark…never light…just shades of an incredible series…..of grays…..

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