POEMS & SHORTS

November 27, 2009

I hear the ringing of silence in my ears…or is it my own personal ringing that happens when there is silence. No matter, I’m okay with it. Ring, ring, ring away…

Went surfing early this morning at the Sunset Blvd. point break in front of Gladstones restaurant. It was crowded already at 8am but the crowd was mellow (maybe because most were inexperienced) and I got a few nice waves . It was supposed to be 5 to 7 foot but was maybe only 3 to 4. No matter (noticing I am repeating that phrase), I had a good time anyway. I don’t feel like writing anything down here and could just as well, go take a nap (yeah, yeah, yeah) as it is 3:44pm now and I just got back from driving my wife (will name her soon in pages to follow) to her restaurant. We stopped before and she bought a 1,400 dollar set of wood veneer coffee tables. Two tables. 1400 bucks. Small tables too. Not even real wood, just on the outside…thus the veneer. But they look cool and she loves them. They are look like they are kind of like cut out of a big wood wave….but I am bad judge if they are worth 1400 dollars or 4,000 dollars or 40 dollars. What do I know.

“Do you think we can afford these, honey?”

“I don’t care if we can or we can’t. I want them.”

So that is how the conversation went in the store and I just unpacked them from the bubble wrap. They are in the house. Bought. Hers’. And I hope they make her happy. Christ all figgin’ mighty do I need a job. Or a Job, talking about Christ. Was Job good? Did he make money or at least have the capability. Job. By help me Job. Have to look that up. Google. Jiffy. Right, know what I mean. “Job liver in the land of Au Sitidi. He was true, blameless and, righteous…” And with all the terrible things that happened to him, including the death of his children, all of them , he did not accuse God of foolishness. And more and more and more poor Job went through to test his faith. By Job! I do need a Job more than job. Maybe a quick nap will do. And I’m back up. It is dark outside. Black, right through the window as if the deck isn’t even there. What oh what can the black of night cover up besides that? Empty headed and in a hurry is not a great combination for thorough writing now, is it? What question, huh? Know what I’m sayin’ here? Best to let go and meditate for a while. And I have one lonely little ant making it’s way across my desk. Glad I didn’t kill it but who knows how long it (he? She? She/he?) will last. One little lonely ant, wondering into the black cold of night back to the farm without a crumb….because my wife told me not to bring food into my office anymore. But I did, you see, I brought in three dates and a handful of almonds this afternoon and little anty smelled them and probably grabbed a little morsel. But alas perhaps the ant was plant left by my wife before she left to check if I in fact did bring any food into the room. Oh, Walter Mitty me oh my. Where is that ant now? Hiding out and waiting for her to come home to give the full report. Fuckin’ ant, better find it and kill it before she gets here. “Here, here,. Little anty…” said the frustrated beyond belief writer on his way around the bend, the bend of any belief…in anything…at all…until he crumbled into the very morsel that little anty carried away. Ahhh…what a story…

Gonna go read some more of that shite novel Shantaram now…