Memorial Day descending

the office is muggy, hot
the day starts to wane into late afternoon
soon, the skirts will come on
shoes and jewelry
books in bags
hooks and snags
fighting the good fight
into the work mode again
eleven days of joy
beautiful, heavenly river
deep sky and reigning mountain hills
ponds and bugs and swallows
to a lake
deep in some places, shallow here and there
lurking catfish under the dock
slimey turtle on the lake floor
the peaceful tranquil feeling
that water brings
may I carry it through
the coming days

lakeside

up at 10:00 am
bathing suit on
down the Brick steps
to the Dock
no Boats are out yet
the Day is lear and clean
into the cold, brackish Water
lying on an Intertube
soaking it all in
carefree
Watermelon, Homemade Ice Cream and Mountain Dew
fresh, fried Catfish
Syrupy, sweet tea
exploring around the Lakehouse
the Boathouse beside the Dock
the blue and black Lizards
darting in and out of the Ivy
watching the Fig tree grow
listening to the birds Screech
in the early afternoon Sun

summer is waxing

hot and lovely
the skies are bright
birds make haste
alley cats skim the boarders
the scents of sweetness
and grills
filling the air
with happy times
and sunshine
memories of swimming in lakes
beaches and half naked people
new days by the water
the world is awakened
and beacons to be ravished

this guy

is staring at me from the house down the street. he's looking at my legs. from a distance. I can feel his eyes. it frightens me. toothless 'Spuckler'. dirty and yellow eyed. alcoholic. shouting in the afternoon. staring at me.

danger

rage is inside of me
rage is taking over
rage is mastering my mind
invading my thoughts
shadowing my reason
turning my neck red
and pulsating through the veins in my neck
I anger at the slightest
I rage at the ignorant
I fight agains the rage
burning in my belly
turning me inside out
I'm ready to pounce like a panther
into the face of danger
without a second thought
I rage at 'you', for accusing me of something
I didn't do
I want to kill you
because you knocked the world around
with your angry shoulders
I rage at the enraged
and anger at the angry
it gravitates to my inner core
it's bringing me to my knees

this is bad / Deadwood

I just read on CNN that Deadwood may not have a 4th season, or at least they are not picking up the contracts of the current actors on the show. Meaning, they are allowing the actors to pursue other ventures. Apparently, David Milch is focusing on some show called "John From Cincinnati." This totally sucks because Deadwood is one of the best shows to come around in a very long time. Ian McShane is my crush, as bad as he is. The language is so rich and well written, sometimes I have to watch an episode 2 or 3 times to catch every nuance. I hope this isn't true.

If you enjoy Deadwood, please go to the HBO website and look in the message board. There you will find out information about how to voice your opinion, and commiserate with other fans.

I walked

I walked into my back yard early this morning
the air crisp and cool
sky overcast
my bare feet touching the cold grass and pavement
morning spring
refreshed
and I felt alive again