Nov 8, 2008

10:29.08:134

She is a ghost; merely a phantom of future recollection.

10:28.08:133

Hers is not to be liked but to be remembered.

10:27.08:132

As the ho-hum rhythm of the train gently lolled away Albert's stresses he took notice for the first time of the woman who willed her way into the seat opposite his at the last stop.

10:26.08:131

Words are but a vice for that which should be understood in silence.

10:25.08:130

The yellow buzz of electricity that coughs through the phone lines- a painful reminder of just how much distance our voices have to carry

10:24.08:129

Still struggling with our weakness' and inabilities, though looking forward to small victories, we pushed on through the marshes and tired banks of mud.

10:23.08:128

And here a blown-out video of Thompson's fat, lisping son whining about their great deals, and closing with a laughable, although admittingly catchy jingle: "My dad thells Cadillacth...and unleth you are having a heart attack...come thtep through the door of Thompthon's Cadillacth and more."

10:22.08:127

The pacific-gray tinted blue of her eyes- the rarest of colors- found but once a year during the autumnal equinox deep on the horizon off the coast of Big Sur.

10:21.08:126

Upon reaching bottom and noticing for the first time that I was wet with perspiration, she pulled the bottom of her dress and patted down my cheeks and forehead.

10:20.08:125

She is plugged in and illuminates my journey.

10:19.08:124

...but I will use your colors as a crutch against the failability of my words.

10:18.08:123

Looking out my window, once transparent and now opaque with night.

10:17.08:122

There are words we dare not speak; we need not speak them now.

10:16.08:121

I then stood up and told them to thank me because when on their death bed filtering memories like silt through a river mouth, they would, no doubt, bring up this evening and laugh like children at the image of an orange moon as big as the autumn sky and a crazy young chap grabbing his balls like a saddle horn, crowing behind them.

-From a seven page autobiography found rolled into a child's metal thermos picked up at an estate sale in northern New England. Author Unknown.

10:15.08:120

Caught between a burp and question Albert Ibis asked the lovely young lady to his left for an 'Auuuuuughhhhhsprin'.

10:14.08:119

I could start with my being fired from my first job at Nabisco Foods, inc. where I was creating new molds for their animal cracker cookies to which I added anatomically correct genitalia.

10:13.08:118

The young man has a hard time getting in touch with his uncle and time passed.

10:12.08:117

It was aquamarine blue with a clear coat finish that had just about worn through everywhere but the hood and trunk which, when looked at just-so appeared as if they were in fact recent acquisitions.

10:11.08:116

He had two scars:

1. Above his left eye splitting his eyebrow lengthwise; a gift handed to him during the first of many cases of mistaken identity

2. A six inch, double stitch, located on the meaty part of his right pectoral 2" below his clavical; this one self inflicted in yet a latter case of mistaken identity

10:10.08:115

The first time Albert became aware of his condition he was too far gone to be helped.

10:09.08:114

I implore you to never close the book and yet leave these last words unread...

10:08.08:113

Now able to expose his need for the safety of her song and no longer risking just for himself but for this new creature that has made its home in the pulsing simplicity of a muscle no larger than a fist.

10:07.08:112

1. He was as weak as she and in need of a place in time far away from his imagined troubles and petty inconsistencies.

10:06.08:111

This was the singular gesture that forever changed her initial perception of the man.

10:05.08:110

We simply set out to do no harm; a circular task if there ever was one.

10:04.08:109

If only it were possible to make amends for those decisions I haven't yet had the opportunity to deny myself.

10:03.08:108

Three cobalt spheres, Two a shade of night, One a shade of day, O'er shafts of splintered sunlight, Creeping over white linoleum.