crazy heart.
POSTED: January 11th, 2012 | 5 COMMENTS »-bourbon helped write this. for good or ill. you’re welcome.
it was ten in the a.m. and the late sun was being poured through the transom light – the bathroom one on the south side – like it does just so about that time on regular days and she walked into the living room wearing nothing save for a swath of Target cotton while steam followed in a fairy tail breadcrumb wake.
the thoughts claiming residence in my shitty, factory floor brain were foreclosed upon like, a violent wind – BLAMMO! in flat-ass Kansas topography when you see it on the news.
complete devastation with tears and the whole thing.
I reckon the sunlight stayed for a bit. and it hung there and speckled and fuzzed like the off-air local station(s) – the same as it always does, until she closed the door and then it was gone like the way it always did about that time.
in the battle between hours and kinetic energy, it’s a toss-up on who/what gets dibs. mostly.
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sometimes, in the bat-shit crazy, silent hours before the real morning starts burning indigo fuel, one can’t be sure what the Mayans had in mind as it regards “days” as we definitively understand it to be. and when the deck oven(s) gets too hot and I have to take the air and there’s that Indigo color sneaking up on me it feels like the old days when someone hit you closefisted by surprise. things rattle and there’s electricity and a primal howl.
not unlike seeing her in Target swath unannounced.
and it reminds me of starting over and seeing everything through the eyes of children like the way the greeting cards say.
and I mean that in the Bad way too. in the way when the rug gets pulled out from under you and all the dust that you swept under there, before, on those summer days at mid-morning and it swirls up and make you sneeze. like the way when you never see it coming.
i mean it both ways.
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blinded and sidetracked by wet hair and bare thighs and sneezes.
what a crazy heart that is inside me.
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