A flutter of wings
in a world washed grey
closing tired eyes
slowly slip away

a fight against The will
learned tolerance to the pain
incomprehensible ruin
terminal drops of rain

the lack of understanding
invisible hands of a ticking clock
solitary hours moving away
shadows lost to the infinite dark

a moment of hope will surely find her
a millisecond of brilliant white light
a midnight angel to soothe her
freeing her soul to the black of night . . .

{for K}

Just had to post something for Moe.
The video is a bit light on volume so I recommend headphones.
Thinking about you, M
Hoping the wedding turned out right.
Special dedication for the one . . .

A recent comment from Dolce got me thinking.
Reminded me of a Donald Fagen tune from long ago.
Had to post it because it’s just way too cool.
Brought to mind my friend, FFE
He’s a Dan freak, just like me.
Go figure.
Great video, check it out.

~m

Don’t know how things are in your neck of the woods but
the weather has been incredibly freaky up here in New England.
I’m talking about stuff I’ve never seen in all my years in Massachusetts.
Armageddon?
End of Days?
Maybe I should be getting my shit together.
I’m a bit freaked folks.
This is not your usual New England August.
Did they have microbursts 200 years ago?
And if not, why?
This is just strange.
Weather men will say,
“No rain today, folks! Wait . . . yeah, lot’s of rain and wind . . . maybe . . . uhhh, wait . . .
snow and sleet . . . and hail, too!” Just kidding, it will be sunny afterall!”
Yeah, right.
They don’t have a clue.
Just like us.
Open the window and wait.
We don’t need no stinking weather channel we have a freekin’ window.
24/7
Sheesh . . .
Welcome to the suck, as far as weirdo weather goes anyway.
Tornado anyone?