Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Surprise at the Office Printer this morning

So i go into the kitchen to grab some shit off the printer and found a page belonging to someone else. It was a poem. i read it and loved it. so worth sharing.

Open Letter to Eros by Simone Muench

I want a love that is imprecise, one
that sprawls over the bed, spills out windows,
disrupting churchgoers as they stroll
across the green glow of mowed lawns. I want
a love that commandeers the world, a bone-
clanking, hydrant-splashing, dog-
salivating affair. The ravaged and
the ravenous — those lycanthropes of lust.

No candy hearts or delicacies
of language. Do not ask me
to be demure, clean or to go
with the flow. I am electric.
I sprinkle poison
in the bird feeder, watch blue jays
fall like insatiable kisses.

I want fuck and prick
and cunt. Those delicious monosyllables
of want. I want you in a chair
handcuffed and desiring me so badly
even your feet are on fire. I want
love that is black as a highway
on a starless night, black as madness, sable
smooth and impenetrable. I want love
to write a love poem to me
with bad intentions.

Love is my nemesis,
my neurosurgeon, the unruly
child, the car that won't steer
straight, the boy on a skateboard
carving the street
into attraction and repulsion.

I want a love that is contradictory, indelible
and edible, a love that relishes
imperfections and requisitions the moon.
A love that isn't afraid of grief, sadness,
the small crimes we commit
against ourselves; love as cool
as a bruise, sensitive as skin
on eyelids, nipples and ears.

I want a love that listens:
to rain a half mile
before it hits the house; to the feather
brushing sound of morning glories as they close
their petals for rain's arrival; the soft
shuffle of beetles as they begin a slow
crawl across the orchard into the sweet
red bellies of fallen apples.

Friday, May 7, 2010

My first blog

First of all, props to Mike Stobbe for inspiring me to even do this. I figured if Mike's blogging then SHIT! I should be too.

It's Friday and I am still at work. But unlike all you other sad office dwellers, I have a cold Tecate in my hand. It's called Friday bitches.

Big plans for the weekend: Friday will finish out with some dinner, more Tecates at home, some tv with the kids and an early bedtime.
San Diego Derby Dolls Banked Track game at Del Mar on Saturday!
Mother's Day breakfast at the Parentals house on Sunday.

Went to Physical Therapy today for the first time. It was nice. They gave me a heated pad on my back at the end. Twice a week for three to four weeks. Let's see what it does...or if it helps.

In the meantime, gotta down the beer and go get the kids! let the weekend begiN!