There Was This Girl

There was this girl. Her eyes were the far side of the moon. Her hair was early evening rain. Her voice was dust and gravel. And when she moved my world stood still.

There was this girl. She was younger than I and twice my age. She asked for my name and number. She talked to me after class. And I walked her to her car in a happy daze.

There was this girl. She stole my time and filled my heart. She felt my hope and my longing. She read my face and knew I loved her. And I knew she would never love me back.

There was this man. He wrote poetry but not for her. He tried to forget her but never could. He punched a wall and bruised his hand. And it eventually healed or so he thought.

There was a time. When I thought the moon was possible. When I thought the rain was soothing. When I thought gravel was charming. And now I know meaning from metaphor.

There was this girl.  Her eyes were the far side of the moon. Her hair was early evening rain. Her voice was dust and gravel. And when she moved my world stood still. . .

I don't Troll

I don't troll and I don't get into arguments with people on Facebook no matter how disturbing I find some of the stuff I see posted there.

I may add as a general note that Donald J.Trump is a criminal and deserves to be in jail, Jesus said nothing whatsoever about abortion rights or gays in the military, the ownership of firearms does not cure sexual dysfunction, limiting immigration will not make the country safer or more prosperous, both racism and sexism are prominent features of American culture, what's good for Wall Street is not necessarily what's good for the USA, and the vast majority of fake news being generated in America and around the world these days comes from the right side of the political spectrum. . .

All I Remember

Imperfect love. A mildly amusing joke. A near masterpiece. A good likeness. A taste of eternity. A partially sunny day. A crescent moon. A hard fought draw. A moral victory. A gold-plated watch. Three kings and a jack. An awkward kiss. Heart felt ineloquence. Unexamined lives. That is all I remember. And that is what sustains me.

Everybody Loves You

Everybody loves you, Donald. Here is a list of other things I love: hemorrhoids, dental surgery, traffic jams, trees falling on my house, blue screens, dog shit, vomiting up dinner, lice, parking tickets, cutting myself shaving, throat cancer, colonoscopies, and beets.

Support the Troops

Republicans have never “supported” the troops. What they “support” is handing large amounts of public cash to military contractors for overpriced and unneeded weapons systems and then sending troops to fight and die on foreign soil in "support" of American business interests. How any of them can classify this as “supporting the troops” is a mystery to me.

Negated

YOU can graduate at the top of your class in school. You can study politics and public policy for years. You can stay up nights researching the candidates and the issues. ALL so you can try to make an educated, informed decision on who and what to vote for in November. BUT all of your education and intelligence and effort and sincere desire to do the right thing can be negated by a single bigoted no-nothing with a third grade education, a world view informed and constructed by the smiling cretins on Fox News, and a desire to screw over the misidentified causes of their own life failures and personal inadequacies. SUCH is the problem with American democracy.

Spin Proof

If the El Paso shooter was just a crazy person who wanted to kill strangers he could have stayed home and shot up the local Walmart, but that’s not what he did. He specifically drove two hundred miles so he could shoot up a Walmart frequented by people of color. He specifically went out of his way to kill brown people, a desire supported and encouraged by the racist rhetoric and policies of the President of the United States. Think about that for a second. It’s spin proof.