during this dbis theoretical Intermission:   wana play a repeat (that happened true n farfetched enough to be recalled ..n wondered about aloud ..even if it only means a lick to me n mi ol’ bean).

Jeez, I read Heathcliffe’s monologue ..then read it again ..as it is the only compelling muse in a dbis week, best I can recall. Read it again, and, still, although I’d hoped to, still there’s nothing surfacing worth writing in reply. Somebody should, because this is really the first time I’ve read even a semi-cynical edge in a Heathcliffe post ..dbisly.  No, that’s not good. Those are eyes I don’t think I want to read disparagement in. Must mean somebody is in need of a pep talk. A long walk. A new drug. A skewed new [hug or] vantage point. But, woefully, for the past few days ..it ain’t me with the ides of possibility to shed a lumin or two. ..I want to.

So.. all I got is this tidbit Repeat from deep in the heart of a really trying time. But amidst those trials, in the middle of an ice storm, from inside one of the banes of our existence, there came a sound. A comfort. A real strange and oh comfy comfort. Not all sugar plum fairy and pixie dust comfort, but an ol’ comfy chainsaw sorta comfort. ..And it was good. & it seemed to get me through the night.

 

<O>

(roll back the tape…)

 

…Redemption Song playin on the car stereo, …pulled up to a BP pump tonight on the way home. Mama-Grandma in the car still overreacting about the bitter cold …having just flown in from Carolina.  I get out, walk around to the passenger side of the car …and, no kidding, ..sounds from the inner workings of the near-frozen gas pump are muted but expressly repeating...

Bruhhn gyu-gyuh gyuh gyuh gyuh  ruh ruh  kyuh

(hey, please someone improve on this; hundred times n still I can’t get the onomatopoeia)

So I’m pumping gas in 12 degree wind and snow and the beat kicks in in my head … boom pop ba boom pop … boom pop ba boom pop....       ...& I’m freakin' freezing … pumping … murmuring …

 

“good evening sir n madam, I would like to introduce myself  I’m your waiter and your friend for the evening   my only purpose is to serve and, if I might observe, madam is looking quite spectacular this evening………”

 

Uncanny, the things that happen. Little things that ask the planet to make sense ..if for only one moment………

 

I mean, what the FUCK would life be worth without serendipity, excellent music, n good lovin?

~o~

Please don’t be obtuse, too hip for the muse, a cynic in silk bathrobe and sundry etoufe, you pirate, you misanthropist with a gist of things gone awry, ..have seen too much to feel, ..push play on this song one more time, close your eyes, …and know it’s still oh so fresh n crispy, bittersweet, ..gon' ..feel ..good ..in th' belly..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLpwRfebegI

peace..& carrots