First Post 2012. That's Right, Isn't it?

Banality and madness. Shaken, not stirred. If you nurse it, you're less likely to wind up throwing up in some dark corner, praying that no one walks in on you.

Movie recommendation: Harry and Tonto (Chip, I have you in mind here)
Book recommendation: The Gap Series by Stephen R. Donaldson
Recreation recommendation: Ride your bike. Don't wear a helmet.

I hope to be contributing to this blog again in the very near future. Thanks to all those who've kept things lively in my absence, lions and lambs alike, and a hearty welcome to those inclined to disagree, as well (at least, to those who sincerely have something to say). Take care, and keep speaking your minds.

In Memoriam: Pretzel, beloved cockatiel for 27 years. I miss your song every day. Rest well.

And now, a poem that has 'bird' in the title:


Old Birds

‘I am for you’, she said,
but I didn’t believe her.
I told her I loved her,
making plans to deceive her.
I knew in my heart
that I’d finally leave her...

but we shared the last breath of the world through a straw
while the shroud of the sky covered all that we saw
and we knew we were through, but we wept tears of awe
as the shattering sound filled our ears.

Awake in a manger
that was burned long ago,
‘midst embers of memories
floating up from below,
like sparks of cognition
kindling flare-ups of woe...

so we conjured a fancy of cool evening breezes
blowing fair from the West as it purged our diseases
and we laughed at the languor and kissed through the wheezes
of geezers who’ve outlived their fears.