A haiku, by phone.  

I am done with school
and homework for a while
I am so happy.

Brady

Noe's back from Hawaii!

Noe took this picture for me because this lady, feeding the birds, was wearing such odd colors and it reminder her of me. She knows that I like odd colors mainly because of my facination with Wes Anderson films. I think the lady looks great! In fact shortly after this photo the lady, just being shy of what appears to be an octogenarian, ran into the sea to boogie board through her golden years. Good for her.

So here is the poem for today, I wrote this a couple months ago for an assignment to use words we liked the sound of.  See if you can find the words I chose:

In Bed

The other night while lying in bed sleepless
our bodies satiated from the day
I found your bare shoulder close to mine
tangled within sheets of aromatic memories.

This worn mattress with pillow top tattered
has brought us together
in a manner more lascivious than accidental.

Your leg crept through the darkness
with cunning mastery
and cuddled my calve with a frigidness
similar to that of dry ice.

This worn mattress cups our bodies
as the linens give way
to fidgeting, more accidental than lascivious.

Our bodies smashed we rise out of bed
into a near requiem state
in honor of this lifeless mattress
we lift its limp body rotating it
to extract whatever life
it might hold
on the other
side.