Charisma Killer and the Tower

Tower is the worst card you can get.
In the moment of truth there is no truth.

Blinking falsehood ass crack pinky
Down the stairs tumbling slinky

Up your cares and rage all fours
Echoing toward corridors

Hippocrates is on his knees
and marshmallows spawn jealousies

I think I may I think I might
Sing a dismal song tonight

Underbelly lurched and cowed
One minute hungry
The next is proud.

Staying thin and staying fit,
upon the alter I will sit

Repeat, take turns, and crouch and arch
In the end, they always part.

It turns the middle paranoid
A crest from full to empty void

Meniscus round, massive heaved
Seeds naught planted, simply bleed

A car a crash a girl regrets
She knows the truth but oft' forgets

I am kicking you off the band wagon.

I am sure there are a lot of bleeding hearts out there right now for Michael. I have searched a bit on the Internet for news stories. I found articles about people holding vigils for him.
I could not help but remember when Jerry Garcia died and people were making a show of their mourning. I saw my best friend walking home from school, and I shouted out the car window to her that her 'hero' had died... and she shouted back, " I DON'T CARE " in a rageful voice usually reserved for family disputes. Taken aback, I quickly figured out why she must be reacting like this. She had been at school all day surrounded by hippies making a 'show' of how their lives would change because their idol was gone.

This little snippet could quickly turn academic, but I will get to my point.

What I mean to say, is THIS is different.

Everyone loved Michael.

The articles I found were about vigils being held and had pictures of people holding signs that 'the media' perhaps killed him through all the controversy. ( His broken heart was the cause and it created a chain reaction. ) He was our hero when we were kids.
I have always held the belief that he was innocent of the crimes of which he was accused.
And that's it, period.
I can tell you what I think of accusers--- they are guilty. Shaming and guilty and money hungry.

Now he is free from it all. Whatever he believed will come to fruition for him in the afterlife.
I cannot say how remarkable his life accomplishments were.

If miracles happen, and I believe they do... perhaps Michael's death will be a monument in our hearts to art, and a remembrance that the whole world can be affected by one person's dedication to their craft.

( photo: myself wearing my most prized possession from age 5 )

Ben Gay Summer Pain Relief Non-greasy Cream

I came home from work and immediately fell into bed.
I threw myself onto the sheets and blankets. Too dirty for the bed. Get out.

In the car, I was daydreaming of how this moment might work.
A little obsessed,
my knees jerked around,
left knee hitting the driver side door impatiently.
Would I strip the bed, put on clean sheets, then shower and get in?
Would I just sleep dirty?
Would I sleep dirty in dirty sheets?

And why do people in gold Camry slow down for the yellows?
And why do ford mini-vans drive thirty-five when the speed limit is fifty?
Don't they know I am going to pass out if I can't get some wind blowing in these windows?

What actually happened, I showered, and got in the bed wet.
I fell asleep immediately and for an hour.


I woke up and ate a sandwich.
I went to buy cigarettes and it was so nice out and I was wearing my favorite Puma shirt, so I stayed out and drove toward the sunset.
I landed at my friends house.
I announced myself, "There is a girl on you porch!"

No one came to the door, but the house was open.
I sat and watched the lightening bugs.
His son came to the door finally because they were out in the back yard.
We went to the park. I went in the front door and out the back door.
We figured out how to spell, "biodegradable" for the doggie bag dispenser at the neighborhood co-op.
We talked philosophy and played with consonance and also synonyms, and swung on the swings.
We 'wondered' if good old Dad was going to put a dictionary in a zip lock baggie for the neighbors to use just in case they didn't know the meaning of a certain word.
And perhaps, there would be a thesaurus needed as well, hanging by a string.

The end of the evening smells like Ben Gay.
I applied it to my sore shoulder and back, a top a sun burn.
"pain relief non-greasy cream" actually causes pain at first.
I listen to the rolling stones because I am old.

Train Crash Day

The train crash today was quite scary.
A few weeks ago, wrote a letter to my old boss at the engineering firm about the
shoddy maintenance at the D.C. subway,
I hate to be right about this one.
I really really do, and now people are dead.

My observations were not about the trains themselves, but other things.
Sometimes I take it upon myself to complain about such things to the management, and it lends to the embarrassment of my friends.

Who can find the management at a subway, though? And who listens to random women who are scared to ride escalators and ride in cars on the highway? Pah.

I just keep my mouth shut, because I could spend all day preaching.

Today at work, I told an eighteen year old that ' No one will need to worry about the economy if they are willing to work. I mean, the only people who need to be concerned are people who don't know how to work when they need to... you know, the people who live off of the system.'

He was horrified. I said, "not you."

" I am just saying this in general."

I think I am going to be a really delightful old woman one day.

Get out when it gets hot.

Oolay.
Sleep in new bed.
He is mad at me. He cried. He drove away crying and thinking that I was some type of thief or trickster. Who will be the angel of summer? If it is because the nights are short, we are finely woven into the silk scarf tying the sun to the moon that wraps around the earth.
Lapus Luzuli.
Earth rock of electric blue and flowers of orange, speak to each other about what is best.
I make tiny altars and talk to the star I saw before father's day.

Summer Solstic Solitary

Cardea
A handle on your health.

Hestia and Heartha.
Tea Goddesses in my cups.

Litha
Fire.

Imanja
Mermaid.
Yemaya
Mermaid.
Innana
Mermaid.

Hera
Zeus' big sistser holding a Pomegranate.

Gaia
The Dirt where the sun shines, for when you are depressed.
Ashera
Cats.

Danu
As snake in the water.

Ishtar
Love, War and Sex.

Vesta
Virgin.
Rhea
Uranus.

Plasma Scream and Dusty Mirrors

Yes. Holy Water, cup cake!

It is time for Overly Dramatic Day soon.

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