Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
Hundred hues
A rich mandala
For me & for you
& for your silky
Pillowed house
A head, wisdom
& a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
Has claimed thee
We used to believe
In the good old days
We still receive
In little ways
The things of Kindness
& unsporting brow
Forget & allow
Did you know freedom exists
In school books
Did you know madmen are
Running our prisons
W/in a jail, w/in a gaol
W/in a white free protestant
maelstrom
We’re perched headlong
On the edge of boredom
We’re reaching for death
On the end of a candle
We’re trying for something
That’s already found us
Wow, I’m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings
The sevants have the power
Dog-men & their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors
I’m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
Tower: I want roses in
My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that’s plowed
They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
Comes death on a stranger hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven’s
Claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the Giant family
Jim Morrison, An American Prayer
Just got a nasty-gram from the IRS. This has not been an exceptionally good year for me financially. Guess its time to double the blood sacrafices to Zuul.
It’s dreary and rainy here in the Bay Area.
My child is sick. Throwing up all over the place. I feel bad and I wish I was at home helping her. Mrs. mice aka MOMMY is at home. But I feel guilty for not being there.
Last night I watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Mrs. mice got it for me for Valentine’s day. I confess I always cry at then end when the self destructive Holly lets the cat out of the cab in the rain. I hate how selfish she is and how unwillling she is to be really loved by Paul/Fred. She is so totally loveable and Audrey Hepburn is so dorky and glamourous and perfect but flawed. I am glad that I recieved that movie. I could watch it a hundred times.
My work has an offsite this week. I must say I am very distracted and I wish I could be home with my wife and skicky kid.
More Later,
Sounds like mrs. mice got into a fender bender with my car. Unlike last time. I didn’t yell at her.
Surprisingly, I knew she got in an accident before she told me.
It is alright, she is OK. The insurance may go up though. Great!
These are my shoes after crawling under my house today. Nice huh?
Why was I crawling under my house today? Well we were hearing noise on our phone line and we had the phone guy come out to check the line.
When he opened up the crawl space there was a tiny little lake filling the crawl space under my house. So, last weekend we bought a sump pump and pumped out as much of the water as we could. This weekend I removed the plastic lining the crawl space under the house. It’s not as dry down there as I had hoped. Um Yeah it was not really something I hope I have to do again soon.
But the title is home projects, which is plural.
We also removed the Christmas Lights as Epiphany has come and gone. And so we have put out tree out in the street. I also bought a ladder so I did not have to borrow my dad’s ladder. But really nothing compares to being under the muddy house.
Speaking of mud I was in Martinez doing Loaves and Fishes the other day and that area looks like it was flooded pretty good. I was thankful that our house wasn’t ruined with flood waters. At any rate working soup kitchen was fun and I called the Loaves and Fishes president (er director?) and asked if there was more that I could do. if I don’t hear back soon I will call again. If I had thought to do that last year I would have been able to meet my goal. At any rate I will continue to work the Funny Face Service Challenge hours down and maybe the FFSC will return!
Hope the holidays was fun for you all. Wishing you a great new year filled with every good thing.
It would be funny if it didn’t hurt so much.
I tore my pinky toe toenail off moving last weekend. Then I slammed my other foot into the vacuume so hard that I may have broken a toe. My toe is all briused and it looks like someone smuged charcole on it, except it doesn’t come off with soap.
Much of our material possessions are in boxes. Nothing left but to close on the new place and to move.
Hopefully the remaining toes can stay unscathed.
The kids are given sifting pans to look for their own gold.
This is a little like what I have been doing for two days. Since the procedure I have been asked to strain my pee to save the bits of the stone that have been broken up. OK its a little different than panning for gold but the process is very similar. I'm just as excited when I get a speck.
I just don't want to have to do that again. It was much harder than I thought. like getting punched by your little brother, not so bad once or twice. But repeatedly 4,000 times. Uh yeah, you wouldn't like it either.
This is Ol' Monkey Face signing off.
