Sunday, March 29, 2009

The Fingers of Grapes

There are peanuts scattered across the cutting board in the kitchen. The peanuts are still in their shells. On the side of the cutting board reside two tomatoes. The tomatoes are in the process of drying after having been rinsed. Rinsing is a good thing.
Pencils are good things as are bagels with cream cheese. Then again, that is a subjective topic.
Music is a good thing. Most of it is anyway. It just depends upon the mood you are in when you hear it. Ratatatatat.
Rinsing is a good thing and so is singing in the shower. Keep that under your hat or you might find yourself putting on the wet performance of a jeep with brakes that are in need of repair.
Go find a comfortable wall and lean on it. Let your mind loose. Breathe deep. Breathe like the ocean waves to the sunset.

Friday, March 27, 2009

The Missing Link

The day begins. Candles are lighted and incense is burning. Cold beer at my side. I try and try and try to figure out a digital camera. Okay, I can use the thing, but uploading it to a site turns out to be quite the drill.
Another cold spell approaches like a frog lost in the desert. Spring is supposed to have sprung, but that does not seem to be the case just yet.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Sunglasses On A Rainy Night

The day begins. Actually it’s the middle of night. Kind of hard to tell since my watch needs a new battery. Man! I’ve needed that for months now. Goes to show how motivated I am when living in the valley of yippers. Actually, the weather was perfect today. I guess that depends on one’s perspective of perfect.
Windy. A plant keeps blowing over outside. It’s some sort of palm we got while living on the bay.
Tacos are like creatures that eat their own vegetables. Onions are a little more cerebral in that you can just keep going, seemingly endlessly to get to the middle. Come to think of it, artichokes are sort of the same way. The highway would welcome them both with the same kind of truck. Jalepeño peppers are just as important and often even tastier, but require a nearby beverage. A small sacrifice.
Look up! A new day is approaching. A smiling giraffe might just be coming today to take you away. Where? Maybe to meet his hippo friends that live just around the bend.
Ever try bending a guitar string to just hit that exact note you wanted to dance with? Nothing much better than that unless you put sex into the equation.
We just got a new light device to go with the others. The others being a neon guitar and one of those globes that shine little lights that change direction upon contact with your finger.
This new thing is a light with sort of a plastic glove-looking thing that gives the illusion of being a flame. Actually pretty cool. Is that a pun I’m sinning?

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

The Safety of an Invisble Blanket

The word could be out. The word could be in. Like it or not, the next word is ten. Once upon a nickel there was a strange little tickle. Go figure. Why not a dime which is a far easier rhyme? The thing is that things are things that sometimes fatigue us. They have their own logic it seems. Confusion? Maybe a ceiling fan and a deck of cards.
The weirdness of madness is that it never happens when you are clear-headed. A fence just will not go away on its own, so perhaps it has to be jumped. Then, there you are, in a completely different place.
The cold beer of silence can throw you for a proverbial loop. Flashing skeletons.
Candles burning on just one end. Candles burning a message to send.
What about all the rays? I mean, where do they all end up? Under somebody’s bed like a monster? Or do they wind up in a bad song?
Winding and twisting and taking care of all the listings can be an exhausting experience. The world keeps spinning on its mysterious axis and some people still snore at night. Some even grind their teeth. There, there, there. No reason to panic just yet. Get a good sleep and sleep on the good sleep and wake up looking forward to a good sleep.
There are no curtains in this apartment. Just blinds. The sun probably blinds if stared at for too long a period of time. That’s a thought eclipsed by a recent purchase of reading glasses.
It seems like glasses should be vessels from which we drink. Maybe baby it is just the plain fact that pencil spelled backwards is licnep.

Green Acres

“Green Acres is the place for me…” Oh, come on. We all know the words to that song. My sweet one and I recently viewed several episodes of this classic show via Netflix, but I would imagine the episodes would be available in any video store.
I remember watching it as a child and just laughing at the cast of characters. After watching anew, I fully see the psychedelic edge to the thing. Trust me here. Pay attention to the dialogue and you will see what I mean.
Remember that Alvy Moore (Hank Kimble) went on to script and produce a movie called A Boy And His Dog. (Highly recommended by Bodega Train)
Just rent a few episodes of green Acres and you will see what I mean. This was a truly magnificent tribute to the strange world in which we all exist and how it can be made likeable if we just let it be so.