Thursday, October 20, 2005

Night Drive

A joy drive
Step in take a dive
Into darkness and things out there
leave that, for now, no you don't care
Below shaded sky and crooked moon
Baby, you'll be lucky if you're back by noon

The strong tall trees lay by this once curve
Distracted by night, tried to swerve
Over the embankment and into the lake
It's cold was bold for goodness sake
Sorry, it was the last of many night drives
Into our lungs the icy water took our lives

Sunday, October 16, 2005

I Like Words

I like words. I like words that are fun to say, fun to write, fun to type, or even fun to hear. Actually, I like more then just words. I like phrases as well. I keep a few stocked up in my mental reserves so that I can whip them out at a moments notice.

Banana fudge cake Sunday is one such phrase. When I am at a loss for words I like to just throw it out there. It catches people off guard so well that it re-sparks conversation all by itself.

Good morning is another good phrase to say at any time of the day. The looks and reactions you get by saying good morning at three in the afternoon are just priceless.

Where were we is probably one of my absolute favorites. The way it sounds, how easily it flows off the tongue or fingertips. The words are so similar that it is just so much fun.

Thursday, October 13, 2005


I gave the lazy-susan one more spin, but came up with the same results again. Cornflakes. “Cornflakes and beer,” I say to the fridge as I pull it open for a cold one. “Breakfast of champions, once again.”

After pouring myself a bowl I flopped down behind my desk. I put my feet up and ate. It doesn’t taste the best but it’ll do in a pinch, and in a pinch was where I was. Between a rock and the proverbial hard place. It had been at least a month since my last job and funds were getting slim again.

A shadow moved across my office’s smoked glass door followed by a soft rapping. “Come in,” I said looking up from my bowl.

My spoon never made it back to my mouth, but my jaw decided to meet it half way.
She was stunning, absolutely stunning. An image that any G.I. would kill for to grace the side of his aircraft.

“I don’t know if I’m in the right place…” she started.

Friday, October 07, 2005

Flashing Computer Curser

Whiteness stairing me in the face
Waiting to be filled
Wanting to be filled
Needed to be filled
The emptiness is so bleak
The void needs to be filled
But with what
Text, words, letters, shapes,
Thin black lines would break up the void
Creating something…
Something interesting to look at
Something other then the blank screen
Other then the…
Blinking curser