A new poem

Yeah - I know.  Poems.  On a blog.
What a douche.
I get it.
I even agree.
But to be honest - I don't even remember writing this one.
Apparently I put it down in January and just walked away.
But I read it - sorta for the first time again - this morning and rather liked it.
So, here it is in all it's untitled glory:

January 11, 2016

Let’s not talk about it
We can philosophize later on
Let’s not say a word
I can’t feel poetic
I just want to disappear inside of you now
Winter and cancer and death can all fuck off right now
We’ve been falling for so long
I don’t remember ever walking upright
This is just the latest calamity
to have befallen us
All that exists deserves to perish
But not today honey, not today
Now I’m just a long, clean line of sorrow
cleaving you in two
We fall together and burn like one
Let them come to sweep us away in the morning

On a much lighter note:

Contemplating Those Ancient Japanese Masters of Haiku While Remembering a Dream About Taking Communion with My Mother as I Gaze out on a Crisp Fall Day in Atlanta and Eat a Peanut Butter and Jelly Lunchable Under a Dogwood Tree:

I feel there must be some trickery

under those ceremonial kimonos.

After giving you the time, location, weather, and sometimes the meal of the day

all in the title,

even I could guess their emotional state

with just 17 syllables.

And since Sunday is Mother's Day - here's a repost of a poem I wrote for "The Source of the Trouble" back when I was sick with te' cancer thing:

St. Jude at Mass

Although, I’ve asked her not to,
She will go down on her bad knee
And stay there too long
To whisper into her hands, a prayer
Longer than usual for me.

Tomorrow, she will mutter under her breath
Curses for the same knee
As she limps thru the house,
Or makes dinner on the old stove.

For my part, the wings of angels
Are slowly unfolding inside my head.
Which is how the whole thing started.

The latest post in which yours truly nearly goes "mano y mano" with Jennifer Anniston over grilled Tuscan Chicken

I know what you're thinking:  Ahh....the sweet life of a beloved actor and movie star.  On the cover of all of the biggest and best magazines, being interviewed by The Oprahs, hopping from one Hollywood soiree to another, one blockbuster film to another, constantly pampered, powdered, paid.... Wouldn't that be the life ?!  Nothing but caviar and champagne.  Limousines and parties.  Movie stars and money.  Don't that beat all ?!

But it's not so.  I'll tell ya' - it ain't so at all.

Because sometimes there's a guy.
A dude really.
And this dude - he's really tired.
And hungry.
And half blind.

Literally - 50% blind.

And this dude just wants to get thru the dinner line before the rest of the extras start crowding around and breathing all over that nice Craft service dinner buffet that the semi-legal Mexican catering employees just spread out.

And this dude - he's not interested in salads.
No sir.
Not at all.
And so he decides right then and there, "I gotta skip these ladies dressed like ER nurses who're plucking about the sliced olives and the kale and the cucumbers and such and I gotta get there - right over there - with the entrees.  The meats.  Things once living but now dead and delicious."

And so the dude does that.
He jumps right around those rabbity fake nurses and he heads straight for the grilled Tuscan chicken.
He's got them damn delicious grilled chicken breasts in his beady little line of sight - in the GOOD eye - and he's headed right for them when -

BAM!!!

Out of nowhere, there's Jennifer Anniston right in his way, and headed right for those very same grilled Tuscan chicken breasts
All 5 foot 3 inches of her blocking his next move - only he's got momentum on the count of the way he was skipping 'round those damn movie nurses and Anniston was just lurking in their shadows the whole time!
And just as he steps out to pass, she moves to block - and very nearly gets an elbow to the face -

DAMNIT!!!!  HIT THE BRAKES!!!

Don't run into the star of the whole dang movie, you ijit!
That'll get you kicked off set for sure.

And just barely -
Just narrowly a catastrophe has been avoided.

It was a close call.

But I did kinda catch her eye as she was going 'round the other way with her tray of food - and I'm fairly certain that I made a good impression after all.


Anyhoo....such is the life in the movie biz these days.
I spent 12 hours on set and didn't do much beyond eat a decent meal and plow thru the snack bar. There's not much to do sometimes, other than wait to be called - if that ever comes.
Sometimes it doesn't.

Here's a link to The Daily Mail - they had some pretty good snaps of Anniston a couple days ago.
(I really thought she'd be taller in person.)

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-3567737/Jennifer-Aniston-pretends-s-cold-temperatures-hit-steamy-90F-Atlanta-set-Office-Christmas-Party.html