memory slip

thinking on a song, thinking on a dream, thinking on drumbeats soothing and telling me of pride had and left behind.. two twists to the left and i want to kiss my pillow and shuffle through half printed digital hiccups.. sun kisses my fingertips and through the diffused light i feel a day dream slip through my cracks, too bright to look away, too true to do much more than sigh off. somethings don't flow so well when reason and names are brought into the hush along and that's more so than less so and hearbeats repeat in the tropical rain soaked eve...
german wish purrs grace my hear lobs and a mistaken identity turns upbeat even for a moment when pop goes posh and unrecognizable. mostly though i think i've created my own language now. but this is all part of the afterglow of last minute decisions and split second snap offs, when you loose the ace in the hole and trade up for mystery and a chaotic chorus of strangers singing in time with words you never know.. save the universal... oh. yeah.
thought back on.
repeat clicked.
lighting up...
wondering if it takes more than a half blink..
seeing, the search even when i thought..
you've been the only thing that's been right in a life time...
intent
outsides
insides....
playlists.

sleep in a thimble

funny thing this, remembering.
i've had quite the dry spell lately, sketching, colouring, writing, finding inspiration.

and then i read something from far away and not so long ago and the light turned on inside me ed, and within an hour of reading a new star map had been sketched a new course plotted and
red read the inside of my thigh.
tomorrow i've a race to the finish for my team, boost their numbers, close cases, resolve issues in only half a months time. retain, reuse, recycle.
but before i can begin again, i must interview with the big ones. for a big position. the one that recommends me to it. night before preperations, polish the nails, dye the hair, lay out the makeshift suit.. roll l's off my tongue and try my best to relax.
early early. an hour and some change before my normal shift. groggy lucy, fluffy lucy, i'll do something grand for a change..
fortune cookie says, your success will astonish them all.

headlines

it's subreality here.
waking up to find a half read and a photograph of a bike under an explorer.
hands shake as the news comes in that he was a friend.
kareoke with the girls. payday dine outs. michelle's secret cuddle. disney. the tall guy in the superman shirt. saturday i didn't see it. sunday it was tagged along with another article. monday they wouldn't let it go. tuesday came and it whispered along another. most of his friends from work went to the funeral. but i could not leave due to position and meetings set for the day. but wednesday was the worst. a friend had the front page news and was upset that this photo had once again graced its pages. it took up nearly half the sheet of news.
i can't really write about it yet.
there is so much to say, but mostly i think those things will stay in my head, and in the low words spoken over coffee with our group of coworkers and friends that knew him.

the first story can be found here.