Life can never be exactly like we want it to be
in the middle of the night you change your plans. a trip to the south instead of to the east you are thankful again for the violin man his generosity of spirit the loan of his car and for the roommate for tagging along on your trip to visit the genius of genetics the cold bites your nose your fingertips you call the family tell them you are not coming home for Thanksgiving you're going south to the place of old ( and as it turned out to the place of cold) they say what are you crazy? you tell them your friend is sick with the flu left-overs you have not been to visit in two years she has come to you you owe her something besides that you want to wear jeans for Thanksgiving you do not like to dress up to stuff yourself with fat that other feeling is also creeping it's way in "the good grandmother is dead, woe is me" feeling. they say driving is dangerous on the holiday you say I live in nyc for god sake I love you I�ll call you when I get there I never made it to Rhode Island I made it somewhere else Things change so quickly My mind changes so quickly A pitcher of Sangria and a very large omelet have conspired to make my eyelids heavy and my typing erratic. I do want to say something though. I knew Walmart was an evil place and that someday it would make people do some very evil things. Each night before you go to bed my baby Whisper a little prayer for me my baby
posted by Cooper at 11/26/2005 02:10:00 AM
23 Comments:
I love the poem and the message at the bottom. Going where the hell you want is one of the for freedoms, although I do find myself hoping there was a cranberry in your omelet.
To be young again.
Doesn't matter where you go as long as you get there.
The walmart thing was no surprise, I don't shop very often and never on the day after Thanksgiving.
Nothing says luvin' like a pitcher of sangria. On Thanksgiving my cousins and I where just waiting to go to the next party, passing the time watching VH1. And to my surprise who is doing commentary on I Love The Holidays? JASON MRAZ! I was thinking "Alice take over VH1 now? I can't escape the Mraziness!"
Very nice...It's almost as though I'm right there with ya as co-pilot. I'll do the music, ac by your command...No, I'll just know what you want. No need to explain....shoulder, or neck rub I'm there with whatever you need.....
Yes...Wal-Mart will bring on the end of the world but no one is clever enough to see it...It'll be sort of like the Terminator movies....It's too late already.
Very nicely written...
Walmart is the Anti-Christ don't you know...
I'm jealous of the sangria and maybe even the omlette.
"and the darkest hour
is just before dawn".
Is this dedicated to the one you love?
Love the post.
It's always the right thing to do.
Wearing Jeans to eat fat.
Walmart the epitomy of evil.
Due to a less than stellar ability to articulate online that's all I have to say.
Sangria and omelettes...mmm...breakfast or lunch? Sounds like one hell of a t-day trip.
mmmm... that's good soliloquy
Family is great, but it's good to spend time with friends on Thanksgiving every once in a while.
glad to hear you had a good one.
Doug: Thanks and no cranberries in the Omelet but as the Omelet was consumed at midnight Friday it didn't matter. I had my cranberries and ate them too..don't worry.;)
Bizman: hope your thanksgiving was good. I certainly got somewhere.
Bennet: Death by Walmart. AC-not in 27 degree temperatures although how that happened in Maryland in Novemeber is beyond me.
Girl: So you like me for my songs?:(
Mama's and the Papa's the harmonies were exquisite.
zydeco: they were both a great midnight snack.
joe g : this is dedicated to whomever wants it.
zenpro: it was at midnight friday at a Spanish restaurant not too far from the apartment I am staying in.I have to say the combo of Sangria, which was superb, and the omelt was awesome.
wombat: it was fun and the right thing to do for me at the time. I 'm glad your meal turned out I still think you should have photographed it.
Spirit: I'd heard the Anti Christ rumor and unlike with most rumors I believed this one immediately.
I'm really liking this poem. How often to you write?
I heard about the people getting in a fight at Walmart over some piece of crap knock off electronic thingie. I was awake (coughing) friday morning at 6 and was watching the local morning idiot do a remote from our walmart. There was a woman there who had been there since 2 so she could get a portable dvd player and a computer. I would never, no matter how cheap, buy such items from walmart. Actually, I hope I never buy a personal dvd player. But to stand in line for 4 hours?
Since when did it become ok for Walmart to tell people what they should give as X-mas gifts?
Perhaps I should have kept the Mraz comment to myself ;)
Chris: I don't I just ramble in any way that happens to come to mind. If it looks like a poem so much the better to impress you with. ;)
Coyote: I am glad you're feeling better. I drank a glass of sangria to your health..but not to leighs health because I knew she was making fun of my love of skinny geek almost opera singers who write songswith muted sexual undertones.
Coyote the fact is people are idiots and that is sad and why we are in such a sorry state as a nation. I have only been in a Walmart one time and never again. Or so I say.
Take care of yourself and get better.
Leigh: ha ha see make fun of my boyfriend and this is what it comes to. No, I am one such a sucky dial up aol connection I just missed you.I did try to take over VH1 though you're right on that.
Chris: That was extremely flippant of me. I write poetry of some kind all the time, most of it bad and most of it not posted in a public place, it's better that way believe me.
God bless the violin man.
Finally, a poem of some length. I always knew you had the poet's soul within you.
Now if you only would feed her more often she could probably turn out more quality material like this.
"the good grandmother is dead," know that one well.
And the poem is beautiful.
Would throw out my visions of you all dressed up in Rhode Island but truthfully didn't have any
Happy spontaneous Thanksgiving. Who is the "genius of genetics"?
Sir Barret: Indeed god bless him.
mojo: oh moj thanks but often I have no soul...this was a good week.
girl: nice to know, i'm hoping to make it to the monday music quiz this week. :)
Weird: My best friend from high school, she plans to be a geneticist of some kind she is extremely smart in that scientific way.
protagoras: Always looking on the bright side.
Poetry is sometimes the only voice you may have in the world where everyone censors you without even knowing what you are really saying
I really like this poem.
Bravo, I'll be back frequently.
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